Quotes About Abuse

I have suffered from bullying in many ways, from bullying in school due to my disability in reading, to digital abuse that I deal with on a daily basis. I'd like to tell the kids that are being bullied that no one should have to deal with the abuse, ever!

Many a woman has suffered at the hands of a Paul Morel. There's more than one way of being brutal.

I am a sensitive, emotionally conditioned human being, and I have suffered racist abuse.

There's no better feeling in the world than knowing that my show played a role in stopping animal abuse or alleviating animal suffering.

Tolstoy said, "The antagonism between life and conscience may be removed in two ways: by a change of life or by a change of conscience." Many of us have elected to adjust our consciences rather than our lives. Our powers of rationalization allow us to live in luxury and indifference while others, whom we could help if we chose to, go hungry, are abused and exploited, or go to Hell.

every weakness in a capable person is generally a strength abused. The same applies to culture.

Of all the enterprises in which the human heart engages, none lends itself more to abuse and manipulation than the activities of religion. For here, sacrifice and greed can meet in the most trusting and exploiting context.

I understood why women went back to their abusers. The monster wasn't your real husband, he was a bad dream - an alien of sorts - who took over the spirit of your beloved one. He entered and left your husband. It was your real love you welcomed back in.

my father staggering in drunk, beating my mother, the shame and hate in him burning, burning. Then he'd hit my brothers. And then me whom it was said he loved most. He'd save me for last, when his anger was ashes, when the fire was hottest. And then he's hold me, 'Sugar, sugar', he's croon, the tears so thick they made a lake on the linoleum floor.

Power, wrongly used, defeats the oppressor as well as the oppressed.

Cockburn watched as the presses and types of the newspaper were wrecked. The admiral lamented that publisher Joseph Gales was nowhere to be found, but supposedly declared, "Be sure that all the C's are destroyed so that the rascals cannot any longer abuse my name."31

Most people don't die young, at least not here in America. Tragedy is unavoidable, but in this country, it doesn't usually come in the way one dies but rather in the way one lives. Failed marriages, fucked-up children, abuse of self, abuse of wife, abuse of dog, loneliness, depression, loathing, yawn, whatever.

Further, although pornography is predefined as a form of violence against women, several clauses of this definition have nothing to do with such abuse. Instead, they deal with explicit sexual content-e.g. women as sex objects who "invite penetration." This is more of an attack on heterosexual sex than it is on pornography. After all, if there isn't an "invitation to penetration," how can the man know that consent is present?

You can't imagine how he died. His toenails were ripped out. His bones had been pierced with a drill. There were marks from being beaten and burned. His nose was beaten so severely that it was flat.

Our cell was near the women's cell, and sometimes they'd come for a specific girl, calling out her name and the name of her town. We knew that they were raping her, because they always took her during the shift of a particular officer.

Foi Galileu, não Nero, quem assentou os fundamentos da tecnologia; Pasteur, e não Napoleão, quem combateu as enfermidades; Freud, e não Schickgruber, quem sondou as profundidades psíquicas. Foram esses cientistas, em suma, que asseguraram a nossa existência. Os outros apenas abusaram das realizações de grandes homens para destruir o processo vital. As raízes da ciência natural penetram mais fundo que qualquer transitório tumulto fascista.

How strange it is that people of honest feelings and sensibilty, who would not take advantage of a man born without arms or legs or eyes—how such people think nothing of abusing a man with low intelligence.

I think I wanted to write a book about the relationship between the victim and perpetrator in which the victim agrees to remain silent.

My mom obviously had a problem.

Mother can beat me all she wants, but I haven't let her take away my will to somehow survive.

That day I vowed to myself that I would never, ever again give that bitch the satisfaction of hearing me beg her to stop beating me.

David what your mother did to you was wrong. Verry wrong.No child deserves to be treated like that. She's sick.

Gripping my arm, Mother held it in the orange-blue flame. My skin seemed to explode from the heat.

I was abused my family was the "brady bunch