Chuck Palahniuk Quotes

I want somebody who's gonna need me.

I cannot live with someone who can't live without me.

... we always love best the people who need us.

we had each other. I never needed anyone else. That’s the difference between you and me. You need all these people around you. Your friends, your boyfriend, everyone. Every single person has to like you. I only ever needed one person. Only ever needed you.

He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world.

Love, like alcoholism, comes to a point of no return.

Being married, I would say most relationships are pretty codependent in some ways.

It drives me nuts how I rely on my wife for everything. I can't imagine a day without her!

There's the bond of a connection and the bond of bondage... When you are connected to somebody, everything each one does affects the other, and it's a kind of bondage. You're not as free as you would be if that person wasn't in your life.

She lets him see how afraid she is to be without him and he soon comes to feel as though he has a 100 percent hold on her. This is often the point when women begin to complain: “He doesn’t make enough time for me. He isn’t as romantic as he used to be.

I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.

Attachment is not love. Where there is attachment there is exploitation.

She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet. If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

No. I don't want to need anybody. I want someone to need me ... I want someone to need me.

…I think,' concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, 'that we always love best the people who need us.

It is sad and wrong to be so dependent for the life of my life on any human being as I am on you; but I cannot by any force of logic cure myself at this date, when it has become second nature.

I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you. That wanting nearly drove me mad.” Patch paused, inhaling softly, as though breathing me in. “And now that I have you, the only thing that terrifies me is having to go back to that place. Having to want you all over again, with no hope of my desire ever being fulfilled. You’re mine, Angel. Every last piece of you. I won’t let anything change that.

I want you too much. I want you with me, in my life, in my bed. If i can have that, nothing else matters.

Falling in love with somebody is like a rush of heroin, and trying to break up with somebodyis like trying to kick heroin.

A lover is never a completely self-reliant person viewing the world through his own eyes, but a hostage to a certain delusion.

The near enemy of love is attachment. Attachment masquerades as love. It says, “I will love this person because I need them.” Or, “I’ll love you if you’ll love me back. I’ll love you, but only if you will be the way I want.” This isn’t love at all - it is attachment - and attachment is rigid, it is very different from love.

I want whatever part of you I can have.

Isn't it possible, he wondered, for one person to love another without trying to own each other? Or is that buried so deep in our genes that we can never get it out? Territoriality. My wife. My friend. My lover. My outrageous and annoying computer personality who's about to be shut off at the behest of a half-crazy girl with OCD on a planet that I never heard of and how will I live without [her] when she's gone?

If I am attached to another person because I cannot stand on my own two feet, he or she may be a life saver, but the relationship is not one of love.