Abused Quotes

“Your dignity can be mocked, abused, compromised, toyed with, lowered and even badmouthed, but it can never be taken from you. You have the power today to reset your boundaries, restore your image, start fresh with renewed values and rebuild what has happened to you in the past.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“The whole thing becomes like this evil enchantment from a fairy tale, but you're made to believe the spell can never be broken.”
― Jess C. Scott, Heart's Blood

“For animals that are overworked, underfed, and cruelly treated; for all wistful creatures in captivity that beat their wings against bars; for any that are hunted or lost or deserted or frightened or hungry; for all that must be put to death...and for those who deal with them we ask a heart of compassion and gentle hands and kindly words.”
― Albert Schweitzer

“Let my silence grow with noise
as pregnant mothers grow with life.
Let my silence permeate these walls
as sunlight permeates a home.

Let the silence rise from unwatered graves
and craters left by bombs.
Let the silence rise from empty bellies
and surge from broken hearts.

The silence of the hidden and forgotten.
The silence of the abused and tortured.
The silence of the persecuted and imprisoned.
The silence of the hanged and massacred.

Loud as all the sounds can be,
let my silence be loud
so the hungry may eat my words
and the poor may wear my words.

Loud as all the sounds can be,
let my silence be loud
so I may resurrect the dead
and give voice to the oppressed.

My silence speaks.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“An abuser isn't abusive 24/7. They usually demonstrate positive character traits most of the time. That's what makes the abuse so confusing when it happens, and what makes leaving so much more difficult.”
― Miya Yamanouchi

“He loves me so he hurts me
To try and make me good.
It doesn't work. I'm just too bad
And don't do what I should.

My memory has so many different sections and, like all survivors, there are so many compartments with so many triggers. I'll remember a smell which reminds me of a man which reminds me of a place which reminds me of another man who I think was with a woman who had a certain smell — and I'm back to square one. This is the case for most survivors, I believe. When we try to put together our pasts, the triggers are many and varied, the memories are disjointed — and why wouldn't they be? We were children. Even someone with an idyllic childhood who is only trying to remember the lovely things which happened to them will scratch their head and wonder who gave them that doll and was it for Christmas or their third birthday? Did they have a party when they were four or five? When did they go on a plane for the first time? You see, even happy memories are hard to piece together — so imagine how hard it is to collate all of the trauma, to pull together all of the things I've been trying to push away for so many years.”
― Laurie Matthew, Groomed

“Abuse is never contained to a present moment, it lingers across a person’s lifetime and has pervasive long-term ramifications.”
― Lorraine Nilon, Breaking Free From the Chains of Silence: A respectful exploration into the ramifications of Paedophilic abuse

“Victims”, by definition, are those that have just experienced a trauma of some sort. They are going through an entire array of emotions and circumstances that are happening to them internally and/or externally. They are trying to wrap their mind around what just happened to them. They are trying to regain some sort of balance in their mind. They feel violated, cheated, confused, scared, insecure, ashamed, guilty, impotent and at a loss for words/actions/thoughts. Many times, they even feel numb and in shock. Their mind is in a state of crisis and chaos. They are in the “victim stage”. They are truly a “victim” by definition.”
― Melisa Mel, Victims and Survivors

“Perpetrators of abuse often make their victims believe that they are somehow responsible for their own abuse. Such misplaced notions shift the blame of the abuse from the abuser to the abusee.”
― Mallika Nawal

“Maybe it’s a whole lot less about focusing on the fact that we’re all victims and a whole lot more about the changing the fact that we’re all careless, as that is what victimized all of us in the first place.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I tend to walk around convinced that any amount of forgiveness that I could extend could never possibly compensate for the offenses that I’ve had to endure. Yet, maybe the greater offense is that I’ve got that backwards.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“You hide it well, but I can see it, Lord Verniers. You hate us. We have beaten you to obedience but it's still there, like dry tinder waiting for a spark.”
― Anthony Ryan, Tower Lord

“Rather than being incensed by the nature of the bruise, maybe we should be inspired by the possibilities in the bruise.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“It is essential that children who are directly or indirectly affected by domestic violence receive psychological care.”
― Asa Don Brown

“We're so afraid of being hurt that we become the abuser first.”
― Alaric Hutchinson, Living Peace: Essential Teachings For Enriching Life

“If all of human knowledge is like a library that we can borrow from or add to, then when men don't put these kinds of stories [(their abuse from others)] on the shelves, nobody can borrow them--we all miss out.”
― Oliver Thorn

“This isn’t the last time that you’re going to get knocked down, so don’t make it the last time that you’re going to get up.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Was there childcare for abused werewolves?”
― Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind

“There is a young abused girl whose recovery is dependent on your willingness to honour your calling as a pastor, social worker, psychologist, etc.”
― D.S. Mashego

“We must never perpetuate abuse by protecting the abuser. We must expose any abuse, in order to protect the abused.”
― Gift Gugu Mona

“abuse doesn’t just happen
in romantic relationships
abuse can live
in friendships too”
― Rupi Kaur, Home Body

“If liberty is abused, get ready for an awkward result”
― Sunday Adelaja

“... but in the depths of their hearts, in that true and ultimate depth which is revealed to no one, there remained the memory of what had taken place and the consciousness that was has once been can be again; there remained too hope, a seneless hope, that great asset of the downtrodden. For those who rule and must oppress in order to rule must work according to reason; and if, carried away by their passions or driven by an adversary, they go beyond the limits of reasonable action, they start down the slippery slope and thereby reveal the commencement of their own downfall. Whereas those who are downtrodden and exploited make equal use of their reason and unreason for they are but two different kinds of arms in the continual struggle, now underground, now open, against the oppressor.”
― Ivo Andrić, The Bridge on the Drina

“Because many around us seem to encounter only abuse, they cry out for help as tears roll down their face. Instead of shunning them, you really ought to step in to assist. Why then read this book? Pick it up because it represents a strong voice against all forms of abuse: marital, parental, spousal, physical, and sexual (if not others). Read it with an aim for scrutiny and then draft a review about how it might just touch upon your own experiences. At that point, do the right thing by dropping it off at a safe haven and shelter for victims of domestic abuse or any other form of abuse. You might thereby offer someone encouragement and hope.”
― Emiliya Ahmadova, Broken Chains-Razorvanniye Tsepi

“Freedom abused is one of the greatest forms of slavery imaginable.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Your story is not written by those who abused the opportunities that they had to pen a line or two on the pages of your life. For your story is written by the God who’s story will erase all of the lesser lines of men.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“God has always been with me through all the good, bad and ugly chapters of my life. Why would He leave me now?”
― Victoria Cline, Green Skies and Holy Whispers

“The verbal abuse evolved into the keyboard fighting”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“Teaching the value of animals to our young people is the most important thing any adult can do."

“You cannot bully us around just because you think you are better or stronger. We are all special and awesome in our own ways!”

“…most of the kids today have no idea how great their futures can be.”
― C.J. Ma, Animal Rescuers

“Warm, buttery sunlight through the leaves, setting them glowing like rubies and citrines. The damp, earthen scent of rotting things beneath the leaves and roots she lay upon. Had been thrown and left upon.

Everything hurt. Everything. She couldn't move. Couldn't do anything but watch the sun drift through the rich canopy far overhead, listen to the wind between the silvery trunks.

And the centre of that pain, radiating outward like living fire with each uneven, rasping breath...

Light, steady steps crunched on the leaves. Six sets. A border guard, a patrol.

Help. Someone to help-

A male voice, foreign and deep, swore. Then went silent.

Went silent as a single pair of steps approached. She couldn't turn her head, couldn't bear the agony. Could do nothing but inhale each wet, shuddering breath.

'Don't touch her.'

Those steps stopped.

It was not a warning to protect her. Defend her.

She knew the voice that spoke. Had dreaded hearing it.

She felt him approach now. Felt each reverberation in the leaves, the moss, the roots. As if the very land shuddered before him.

'No one touches her,' he said. Eris. 'The moment we do, she's our responsibility.'

Cold, unfeeling words.

'But- but they nailed a-'

'No one touches her.'

Nailed.

They had spiked nails into her.

Had pinned her down as she screamed, pinned her down as she roared at them, then begged them. And then they had taken out those long, brutal iron nails. And the hammer.

Three of them.

Three strikes of the hammer, drowned out by her screaming, by the pain.

She began shaking, hating it as much as she'd hated the begging. Her body bellowed in agony, those nails in her abdomen relentless.

A pale, beautiful face appeared above her, blocking out the jewel-like leaves above. Unmoved. Impassive. 'I take it you do not wish to live here, Morrigan.'

She would rather die here, bleed out here. She would rather die and return- return as something wicked and cruel, and shred them all apart.

He must have read it in her eyes. A small smile curved her lips. 'I thought so.'

Eris straightened, turning. Her fingers curled in the leaves and loamy soil.

She wished she could grow claws- grow claws as Rhys could- and rip out that pale throat. But that was not her gift. Her gift... her gift had left her here. Broken and bleeding.

Eris took a step away.

Someone behind him blurted, 'We can't just leave her to-'

'We can, and we will,' Eris said simply, his pace unfaltering as he strode away. 'She chose to sully herself; her family chose to deal with her like garbage. I have already told them my decision in this matter.' A long pause, crueller than the rest. 'And I am not in the habit of fucking Illyrian leftovers.'

She couldn't stop it, then. The tears that slid out, hot and burning.

Alone. They would leave her alone here. Her friends did not know where she had gone. She barely knew where she was.

'But-' That dissenting voice cut in again.

'Move out.'

There was no dissension after that.

And when their steps faded away, then vanished, the silence returned.

The sun and the wind and the leaves.

The blood and the iron and the soil beneath her nails.

The pain.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight