Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

Victims always feel alone and helpless.

The abuse dies in a day, but the denial slays the life of the people, and entombs the hope of the race.

There's nothing funny the first time about telling a story about getting beat up and it makes you leave high school.

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

I've been raped in Macy's window at high noon.

That's the thing about abuse - it can make the victim feel an overwhelming sense of shame, a shame so disabling that one suffers in silence.

I know what it's like to be threatened. I know what it's like to be humiliated and targeted.

When people repeatedly hit me, I would feel a sense of unfairness.

I quit because that thing inside of me that was driving me to drink that way was causing me so much pain that I was starting to get afraid for my own life, and my own health. It wasn't necessarily one instance. It was a lot that had piled up.

The moment that I realized my name was going to be said in the same sentence as children and sex, that's really intense. That's something I knew from that very moment, whatever happens past that point, something's out there in the air that is really bad.

My childhood ended in this horrible way. I lived in a country where I didn't trust anybody.

I was on my face. I heard the count from one to 10. I kept telling myself that I had to get up, but I couldn't move. I couldn't make myself move. It was the strangest feeling.

Of all the things you choose in life, you don't get to choose what your nightmares are. You don't pick them; they pick you.

Often and often afterwards, the beloved Aunt would ask me why I had never told anyone how I was being treated. Children tell little more than animals, for what comes to them they accept as eternally established.

Definition of a victim: a person to whom life happens.

I had my bully, and it was excruciating. Not only the bully, but the intimidation I felt.

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

I was physically abused and I retaliated.

Then they held my mouth shut for a while and hit me in the face, and with a whip across chest and back. I then collapsed, rolled on the floor, always keeping face down and no longer replied to any of their questions.

Bullying is a terrible, terrible thing.

I have a theory because I was being beaten up a lot by people outside of school, it was almost like if I could make myself sick enough they'd take sympathy on me.

I’m going to be beaten and unless some change takes place, badly beaten.

He whipped her to make her scream and then he whipped her to make her hush.

My money was stolen from me. I was eventually stripped of the ability to make even the most basic decisions... my daily life became unbearable.

I'm a little girl; no one wants to beat up on me.