Alice Cooper Quotes

As far as I'm concerned, love means fighting, big fat lies, and a couple of slaps across the face.

Cruelty isn't softened by tears; it feeds on them.

Domestic violence causes far more pain than the visible marks of bruises and scars. It is devastating to be abused by someone that you love and think loves you in return. It is estimated that approximately 3 million incidents of domestic violence are reported each year in the United States.

We are effectively destroying ourselves by violence masquerading as love.

If I ever loved a woman, the more I loved her, the more I wanted to hurt her. Frida was only the most obvious victim of this disgusting trait.

Anyone with a grain of sense would know that if I punched my wife I would rip her head off. It's all lies. I have never laid a finger on her.

It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!

Daddy loves you, but he smacks you, and he can shout at you and smash things, but Daddy still loves you. So when you get into a relationship with someone who does all of that, why would it be unusual?

People, man, they love hurting people. It's not even fair.

There's the idea that love is supposed to hurt, but it really shouldn't hurt.

People don't have any mercy. They tear you limb from limb, in the name of love. Then, when you're dead, when they've killed you by what they made you go through, they say you didn't have any character. They weep big, bitter tears - not for you. For themselves, because they've lost their toy.

God, I hate you,” she says. “So much. Why do boys think that it will be better to lie and tell a girl how much they loved her and how they only dumped her for her own good? That they only tried to rearrange her brain for her own good? Does it make you feel better, Cassel? Does it? Because from my perspective, it really sucks.

Her violence frightened me. She always claimed that I was the jealous one, and I was often jealous, but when I saw things working against me I simply became disgusted and withdrew. Lydia was different. She reacted. She was the Head Cheerleader at the Game of Violence.

Here stands a girl clutching a knife. There is grease on the stove, blood in the air, and angry words piled in the corners. We are trained not to see it, not to see any of it. . . . Someone just ripped off my eyelids.

He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.

Caroline says as she gets up from the floor, you can hit me all you want to, but I don't love you anymore.

I won’t snatch, harm, or scare to death people with you or use checking up on you as an excuse to cause trouble. You’re worse than my mother, Rachel.” “Mine, too,” Jenks muttered.

I don't think anybody should ever touch anybody in anger, ever.

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

The truth is often a terrible weapon of aggression. It is possible to lie, and even to murder, with the truth.

Looks like she's been slapping the kid again.

Abuse is the means in which violence retards love.

You know, what we do know is that there is a high frequency of violence in the home of those who bully.

I've told Billy if I ever caught him cheating, I wouldn't kill him because I love his children and they need a dad. But I would beat him up. I know where all of his sports injuries are.

I was physically abused and I retaliated.