Angela Bowie Quotes

My mother and I split ways when I was very young and have never really reconciled.

I don't know why my parents split up. I guess they just drifted apart, but I do know they stayed very good friends.

I forgive my mom for being a psycho and my dad for being a loser.

Now, Marlon and I - for some reason, even today - even today, we can't say two words to each other. We really can't talk to each other. You know, I say to him - Marlon can't talk. I mean, he'd talk to you. But he can't talk.

It hurts real bad to have that protection barrier between parent and child.

I grew up in a family that despised displays of strong emotion, rage in particular. We stewed. We sulked. When arguments did occur, they were full-scale conniptions, and we regarded them as family failings. Afterward, we withdrew from one another and tried our best to strike the event from our memories.

There are times when it's difficult to see your wife and her ex-husband sitting next to each other chatting away.

I didn't feel a strong bond with the parents who raised me, and I had anything but a happy childhood. My mother was overly sensitive; my father, ascetic. I was neither. I felt as if I were living with complete strangers. I suspect that my parents felt the same way.

Not having a great relationship with my brother Aaron, or what people think that relationship should be, didn't define me.

I love my son, but I was never there for him, so I understand why he hates me.

I have a very non-existent, dysfunctional relationship with my biological mother.

I always wanted to play with my brothers, but they never let me and always bullied me. The bonding with my brothers happened only after we went our separate ways. That's when we understood the value of each other. Now, we talk a lot.

Reflecting back on my childhood, I know it wasn't functional. It was pretty, pretty dysfunctional, and whose isn't?

Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.

I think the deepest problem is between my parents and me. I just don't know if it will ever be the same.

If your parents ignored you, or if they are just not emotionally available, or if they yell a lot, that is a type of trauma.

My mother is a very strange woman... She doesn't understand me in the least and doesn't love me much either. If she had either love or understanding she would be prepared to make sacrifices.

My first husband and I are still good friends and there is no earthly reason why I should not see him. Larry and I are very much in love.

When I was younger, I was terrified to express anger because it would often kick-start a horrible reaction in the men in my life. So I bit my tongue. I was left to painstakingly deal with the aftermath of my avoidance later in life, in therapy or through the lyrics of my songs.

If my father had hugged me even once, I'd be an accountant right now.

My mother never breast fed me, she told me she only liked me as a friend.

I've always deplored bad heterosexual values that dictate the minute a marriage is over the former partners no longer speak to each other; only straights could be so cruel and inhuman as to reject totally the person with whom they've shared their life for 20 or 30 years.

I want my ex-wife and children to be happy.

The schools would fail through their silence, the Church through its forgiveness, and the home through the denial and silence of the parents. The new generation has to hear what the older generation refuses to tell it.

My family - it wasn't an abusive family - they meant well, but they were in their own world.