A Quote by Mignon McLaughlin

There are three iron links in the neurotic's chain: unloving, unlovable, unloved. — © Mignon McLaughlin
There are three iron links in the neurotic's chain: unloving, unlovable, unloved.
Lords are gold and knights steel, but two links can't make a chain. You also need silver and iron and lead, tin and copper and bronze and all the rest, and those are farmers and smiths and merchants and the like. A chain needs all sorts of metals, and a land needs all sorts of people.
Such as the chain of causes we call Fate, such is the chain of wishes: one links on to another; the whole man is bound in the chain of wishing for ever.
An iron chain is less difficult to break than a chain of flowers.
Davy once asked me if I thought it was better to be a has-been than a never was, but maybe it doesn't make much of a difference. In the end, people are just people, and the only things that matter are whether they are good or bad, loving or unloving, loved or unloved.
Slavery is slavery. The chain of gold is quite as bad as the chain of iron. Is there a way out?
All songwriters are links in a chain.
Where are the links of the chain ... joining us to the past?
Goals are the links in the chain that connect activity to accomplishment.
Golf is like a chain. You always have to work on the weakest links.
I'm afraid of making a mistake. I'm not totally neurotic, but I'm pretty neurotic about it. I'm as close to totally neurotic as you can get without being totally neurotic.
Good works are links that form a chain of love" Mother Theresa
Memories are links in a golden chain that bind us until we meet again.
If a single writer in a country is in chains, then there are some links of that chain that binds us all.
The moment of truth, the sudden emergence of a new insight, is an act of intuition. Such intuitions give the appearance of miraculous flushes, or short-circuits of reasoning. In fact they may be likened to an immersed chain, of which only the beginning and the end are visible above the surface of consciousness. The diver vanishes at one end of the chain and comes up at the other end, guided by invisible links.
The human reached inside Wrath’s jacket and started pulling out weapons. Three throwing stars, a switchblade, a handgun, a length of chain. “Jesus Christ,” the cop muttered as he dropped the steel links on the ground with the rest of the load. “You got some ID? Or wasn’t there enough room in here for a wallet, considering you’re carrying about thirty pounds of concealed weapons?
Every question "runs in a vicious circle" because political life as a whole is an endless chain consisting of an infinite number of links. The whole art of politics lies in finding and taking as firm a grip as we can of the link that is least likely to be struck from our hands, the one that is most important at the given moment, the one that most of all guarantees its possessor the possession of the whole chain.
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