Quotes About Abuse

it is essential that we adopt a way of living based not on fear, control, and abuse of power but on true forgiveness, unconditional love, and peace.

Child abuse casts a shadow the length of a lifetime.

You think the king ever loved you? No. To him you were an instrument. As I am. A device. You and me, my son Surrey, we are no more to him than a trebuchet, a catapult, or any other engine of war. Or a dog. A dog who has served him through the hunting season. What do you do with a dog, when the season ends? You hang it.

I watch every blow, every flinch. I have little choice. I can shut my eyes, but the sounds are just as terrible. And worst of all is Cardan's empty face, his eyes as dull as lead. Truly, he has come by his cruelty honestly in Balekin's care. He has been raised up in it, instructed in its nuances, honed through it's application. However horrible Cardan might be, I now see what he might become and am truly afraid.

Beauty is the greatest of human powers. All autocratic, unbridled power, with nothing to counterbalance it, leads to abuse, to mad excess. Despotism is power gone mad. In women, despotism takes the form of satisfying their whims.

Women and their bodies! The most abusive and toxic of relationships.

Women and their bodies! The most abusive and toxic of relationships. Masha had seen women pinch at the flesh of their stomachs with such brutal self-loathing they left bruises. Meanwhile their husbands fondly patted their own much larger stomachs with rueful pride.

My husband hits me, Renata. Never on the face, of course. He's far too classy for that. Does yours hit you? And if he does, and this is the question that really interests me: Do you hit back?

Amy had never had a boyfriend hit her, although she'd had a couple who fucked her when she was too out of it to consent, but that was before consent got fashionable. Those kinds of incidents used to be considered 'funny'. Even 'hilarious'. The worse you felt, the louder you laughed. The laughter was necessary because it put you back in charge. You didn't remember, so you created a memory you hoped was the truth.

My husband hits me, Renata. Never on the face of course. He's far too classy for that. Does yours hit you?

Hidden Abuse in Upscale Marriages by Susan Weitzman (2000)

The girl said, 'Sometimes you locked me in my room with only water. I had to ration the water. That was a terrible thing to do to a little girl. I thought I would be there forever. I thought I would die. I think I might have come close to dying. A few times.

My husband hits me, Renata. Never on the face of course. He's far too classy for that. Does yours hit you? And if he does, and this is the question that really interests me: Do you hit back? "I'm fine," she said.

In the United States, more than three women are murdered by their husbands or boyfriends every day. Every nine seconds in the United States a woman is assaulted or beaten. Domestic violence is the leading cause of injury to women—more than that caused by car accidents, muggings, and rapes combined.

A vision of Perry hitting her would flash into her head, and it would seem impossible, fantastical, absurd - even if it had happened the night before - and along with the disbelief would come shame, because she knew it must somehow be her fault, because this was a good, loving famil and she was the outsider....

Domestic violence victims often don't look at all like you'd expect them to look," said Susi. "And their stories don't always sound as black-and-white as you'd expect them to sound.

It could have been so much worse. He rarely hit her face. She'd never broken a limb or needed stitches. Her bruises could always be kept secret with a turtleneck or sleeves or long pants. He would never lay a finger on the children. The boys never saw. It could be worse. Oh, so much worse. She'd read the articles about proper domestic violence victims. That was terrible. That was real. What Perry did didn't count.

She could feel her cheeks burn as she typed in the two shameful words. "Domestic." "Violence.

Power is what men seek, and any group that gets it will abuse it. It is the same story.

I had the misfortune of meeting Chuck Traynor. He started out as a nice person and then did a complete 180 and beat me up from that day forward, physically, mentally, and psychologically. The psychological damage will never go away

She did things to keep her man happy; I did things to keep my man from killing me.

physically. The biggest worry for an abused woman is her small children.

We can be world-beaters, and run whole companies, and then claim to be traumatized by a hand on our knee when helplessness is politically useful.

A person stops maturing at the age that they start abusing substances,