Marie Osmond Quotes

I think children in general have a very hard time - at least I did - expressing any pain because I didn't want to hurt the people that I loved.

I've been hiding crucial events in my life since I was 13.

I had a lot of chaos in my very early years before I was old enough to know what was going on, and then I just skated through the rest of my childhood without dealing with it.

I know in my life there's stuff that will come back because I haven't dealt with it, and it's the same with everybody.

When I was younger, I was terrified to express anger because it would often kick-start a horrible reaction in the men in my life. So I bit my tongue. I was left to painstakingly deal with the aftermath of my avoidance later in life, in therapy or through the lyrics of my songs.

Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness.

Growing up, I never expressed myself to nobody. I never told nobody when something was wrong.

I was traumatized by a lot of childhood stuff. I felt that I was bad somewhere, starting with my birth.

There's nothing worse than saying the past is in the past, then dragging it into your kid's life.

Saying it out loud as a child is scary, but saying I felt unstable out loud as an adult with children was really scary. The fear of losing your children stops you from saying anything. It's a never-ending battle.

I didn't have a happy childhood.

My dad used to ignore me when I was a kid. He couldn't stand my voice, so he just used to ignore me, and then he'd impersonate me.

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.

We ignore our feelings a lot, I realize. Many of us have to... until they really bite us in the butt.

The great thing about all my siblings is we all agree we had a horrendous childhood. It's not like it doesn't affect us now; it affects us every day, in everything we do.

What annoyances are more painful than those of which we cannot complain?

My father never kissed me, hugged me or told me that he loved me. As my only living parent, he became the filter through which I saw myself, the possibilities for my life, the world and all men. He was a conflicted and dark filter.

My mother had a very difficult childhood, having seen her own mother kill herself. So she didn't always know how to be the nurturing mother that we all expect we should have.

Sadism is not an infectious disease that strikes a person all of a sudden. It has a long prehistory in childhood and always originates in the desperate fantasies of a child who is searching for a way out of a hopeless situation.

I was a disaster child. I remember I make very often my mother cry.

My parents broke up when I was six. Before, I was a very active, naughty child, but after my father left me, I stopped talking. I became very good at hiding my emotions. I felt so ashamed of telling others that I didn't have a father, because that was not common in the 1960s.

I don't think my parents liked me. They put a live teddy bear in my crib.

The reason why parents mistreat their children has less to do with character and temperament than with the fact that they were mistreated themselves and were not permitted to defend themselves.

There was probably something as a child I wanted to express, something unsaid that I needed to share.

I remember when I was a little boy my father didn't love me; he couldn't. He loved my older brother but he couldn't love me somehow, at least not in a way I could understand it.