Abuse Quotes - Page 2

I remember the pain I felt, and wonder why a man who was such an accomplished liar had to tell the truth that day.

I spent many years trying to make up reasons about why I had the flashbacks, memories, continuous nightmares. When I finally decided to quit trying to hide from truth, I began to heal.

Forgiveness is created by the restitution of the abuser; of the wrongdoer. It is not something to be squeeeeeezed out of the victim in a further act of conscience-corrupting abuse.

If you spend time with crazy and dangerous people, remember – their personalities are socially transmitted diseases; like water poured into a container, most of us eventually turn into – or remain – whoever we surround ourselves with. We can choose our tribe, but we cannot change that our tribe is our destiny.

Deep connection is the antidote to madness.

I refuse to let the standards of evil people chip away at my capacity for integrity.

Asshole Proximity Disorder

Suffering teaches joy.

If you don't start playing by my rules, you'll be lucky to be licking stamps in some lowly, legal aid office.

It is strange... the reasons one feels he doesn't deserve things.

When I feel myself slipping to the darkness of my past, I’ll close my eyes and remember this. Remember Jackson.

Sometimes, the only way to make your dreams come true is to shatter them.

I know that it's easier to look at death than it is to look at pain, because while death is irrevocable, and the grief will lessen in time, pain is too often merely relentless and irreversible.

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

I am small.

So are stars from a distance. It's all a matter of perspective.

Scars prove that you're still here. That you can move on. Maybe missing a chunk of yourself, but here, goddamn it, surviving.

To those who abuse: the sin is yours, the crime is yours, and the shame is yours. To those who protect the perpetrators: blaming the victims only masks the evil within, making you as guilty as those who abuse. Stand up for the innocent or go down with the rest.

That night, when the creature sleeps, when he sleeps, the mother escapes into her daughters’ room. She tells her daughter that the creature’s afraid of her having too much love, too much heart. She takes a tube of lipstick and drags it across her finger like a knife, marking it across her daughter’s cheeks, red, blood, war paint.

She’s all the blood I’ve ever shed. She’s every time I’ve ever thought of death. She’s every time I’ve ever looked at happiness and thought, ‘That’s not meant for me.

It amazes me when education, religion and family values fail to create a human being.