Rumi Quotes

You are for kings the ears with which they hear, the eyes with which they see, the tongues with which they speak, the hands with which they strike.

I was assaulted twice by Aisleyne Horgan Wallace and Janice Dickinson.

In high school, I got smacked and kicked around. Two bloody noses. It was horrible.

Through my mind, is just the horror of these people. I had been held by them, I knew how violent they were.

If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath, would you be standing the the horror section?

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

I got hit twice in the face, and that was not fun.

Bullying is a terrible, terrible thing.

I probably only cried five or six times in my life and I think four of those times was from my daddy kicking my butt.

My only memories of school are of being beaten, of being hit in the playground, of masters poking their fingers in my chest all day.

My mother would beat me so bad, I wouldn't be able to sit down. And I would never snitch.

The doctor punched my vein, the captain called me Cain, upon my belly sat the sow of fear.

Anyone who goes against my decisions, I liquidate him

I would rather risk my Crown than do what I think personally disgraceful ... it is impossible that the nation shall not stand by me; if they will not, they shall have another King.

What we depend upon in a political leader is the fact that if necessary he will kill for us…. If he is not willing to shed blood we are afraid of him. He must protect us.

He who curses the prince (king), is an offender against the people.

No nation can be really great that is held together by Gatling guns, and no true loyalty can be induced and kept through fear..

Any woman who stays with her abuser beyond the first incident is complicitous with him.

After you've watched your dad beat the crap out of Charlie King or some other bad guy in about forty movies, you pretty much always said, 'Yes, sir,' and meant it.

I ran away. I kept running away. Almost once a week, I'd run away from those schools. They'd catch me. They'd bring me back to the school, beat me. And it was - it was terrible.

I was bullied at school. The black girl in Central Falls, Rhode Island, in 1973. There'd be 8 or 10 boys; I would count them as I was running.

No one wants to be beaten, even myself.

I've been beat up pretty badly back in my day.

I don't like getting hit.

I don't want to get punched all my life.