Javier Bardem Quotes

I wanted to be kicked and hit and bruised up and beaten. It became something that was an absolutely necessary part of every day for me.

But I'm very thankful that no one is slamming my head against the wall anymore.

I have a hard time watching people getting punched on screen; I have to close my eyes a lot.

The 'Horn 'OK' Pleassss' harassment incident and the mob attack there had sent me spiralling into a deep state of depression in 2008.

Not all forms of abuse leave bruises.

I thought about dying whenever I got bad news about other people.

I saw Suicide in '74 and it was pretty horrifying.

I was hit for the first time before I was married.

I want to say that nobody accuses their parents of abusing them without justification to do that. I didn't just make it up. A lot of things were true and abusive and horrible things that happened to me that my father did.

I think about dying a lot, every time I fall asleep on a train or a plane I expect to wake up to a crash!

Even if a woman is abused a very long time ago, it comes out in her life in a negative way.

I got hit a lot. I'm glad I lived through it.

I think everything is going to be devastatingly sad - when the phone rings, I know somebody in my family's been hurt, somebody's going to die. I'm sure a therapist would go, 'That's not a good way to live,' but every time it's not that bad thing, I'm so thankful and appreciative.

My mother was the most wicked mother ever seen in life when it came to beating. Oh-la-la! Every time I would say, 'This is the end of me.' Oh, how she would beat me.

I went through an extreme depression.

I love those sorts of stories where you actually see the consequences of what violence does physically to people as well as psychologically.

I got beat up my whole life.

I said I fell down. Ah. The ground bloodied your nose, split yer lip, and punched ye in th' eye, all at once. I said I don't want to talk about it.

It still hurts," she whispered. "Even when you're doing it for someone else, that doesn't stop your ribs from getting cracked, or your wrist swelling, or your cuts from bleeding.

My feet are killing me." "I knew somebody who had feet like that. They'd walk all over him. Archie Kashanian was his name. He used to wake up with footprints all over his chest, all over his face. It was the death of him, finally.

You must hurt, or be hurt.

Unlike the vast majority of people, I've been locked in a box like an animal and I've also been on the receiving end of bloody thrashings, so I feel uniquely qualified to judge which is worse.

My breathing slowed. I shaded her thick chestnut hair resting in a smooth curve against her face, a large bruise blazing across her cheek. I paused, looking over my shoulder to make certain I was alone. I drew her eye makeup, smudged by tears. In her watery eyes I drew the reflection of the commander, standing in front of her, his fist clenched. I continued to sketch, exhaled, and shook out my hands.

Scars crossed her welded wrists.

Yes, I was beaten on every part of my body, and the marks are still on my body.