Cynthia Heimel Quotes

Being codependent means that when you die, someone else's life passes before your eyes.

Co-dependence...taking someone else's temperature to see how you feel.

Why don’t we break up? I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And that’s not an easy thing to do.

One thing my wife says is bad about me, is that I still care too much.

Sometimes you kind of lose yourself in someone else's personality.

It's hard to give up the self-esteem connected to being codependent and appearing 'right,' which is probably a survival behavior learned from growing up in a crazy family. It feels like you will actually disappear.

Two halves don't make a whole. Two wholes make a whole. In my relationship, I was giving myself away to make the relationship better, but in actuality, wasn't doing better by doing that. I became less of a man.

I haven't had a terrible relationship, but I've always been the type in a relationship to give too much and not speak out about problems I had or problems that were bothering me. I just wouldn't stand up for myself in any way if I was upset about something.

If you flatter me, or if you look at me the right way, I will kill myself to please you. It's very painful to be an overachiever.

I know it makes sense for me and him to just break up now and just live our seperate lives and not have to worry about missing each other all the time. But when I think about that, I get sick. Physically sick. Like I seriously throw up. I need to be with him, even if I can’t, like, be with him.

Codependents are reactionaries. They overreact. They under-react. But rarely do they act. They react to the problems, pains, lives, and behaviors of others. They react to their own problems, pains, and behaviors.

What's a codependent? The answer's easy. They're some of the most loving, caring people I know.

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.

The trouble is, I can't find a part of myself where you're not important. I write in order to be worth your while and to finance the way I want to live with you. Not the way you want to live. The way I want to live with you. Without you I wouldn't care. I'd eat tinned spaghetti and put on yesterday's clothes. But as it is I change my socks, and make money, and tart up Brodie's unspeakable drivel into speakable drivel so he can be an author too, like me.

Some young ladies are so starved for male approval that what should be a normal attraction to men is accelerated into an obsessive need for male affirmation. Tragically, these dear ladies allow themselves to be devoured in the arms of men who have neither regard not respect for them as people.

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

How do you react when you think you need people's love? Do you become a slave for their approval?

I think of 'crazy' as what happens when we love the other person more than we love ourselves.

I think I prioritize other people's opinions of me very highly, which is not necessarily a good thing - it's a thing that causes a lot of anxiety.

I have a tendency to make my partner my everything and that is unfair and it doesn't end up working out because you can't rely on that one person to fulfill all of your needs emotionally.

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.

I manage to think twice about everything / Why will they like me as they do / Or not as they do / Why will they praise me as they do / Or praise me not not as they do.

The continued propinquity of another human being cramps the style after a time unless that person is somebody you think you love. Then the burden becomes intolerable at once.

There were people whom you positively ached to please. If you failed with such people they would put you into a category in their minds where they could kee you and have contempt for you forever.

He’s my whole world.” “Don’t ever say that about anyone again. Not even me.