Joan Crawford Quotes

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 met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.

The brutalization of humans by other humans never fails to get to me in some angry-making way. It shot up in me like an explosion.

I grew up in a very toxic home.

There was mental and physical abuse in my family.

The real demon in my life is my father.

We're divorced from my father because he did some mean and scary things to us.

I was teased horribly as a child and beaten up a lot.

It's true - my mother kicked me out the house at 14. I had to go live with my sister. I had some problems. I was very rebellious as a kid. I don't even know why or where it came from, but I had a lot of anger. Me and my mom clashed a lot because she didn't tolerate that, as she shouldn't from a 14-year-old.

Hate breeds violence.

I had a very rocky, difficult, emotional childhood with my parents.

Violence and chaos were an ever-present part of the world that I grew up in. And unfortunately, it wasn't just in my family. Sometimes, you'd see, you know, Mom fighting with one of her boyfriends. But a lot of times, you'd see people exploding on each other in a local restaurant or on the street.

When I was a little girl, my family was extremely close, loving and really happy, and then overnight, things just became a nightmare, and instead of them becoming a nightmare and getting better, they became a nightmare and just kept getting worse.

It was tough, so hard; it really was horrible when I was growing up. I was called so many names, all sorts.

Since I was probably eight years old, just about everyday, all the way until I was 14 or 15 years old, just about everyday my mom and my stepdad would roll around in the living room fighting.

I built up so much hatred for my parents, like so much anger for the life they had given me.

My family would try and trick us and I would come to a party and she would be there. When I tell you the 'Love & Hip Hop' scene is nothing compared to what was happening with me and mom... throwing things at each other, the cursing, the words.

I was just a kid then. But I won't forget. Nor will others. There's lots of people with reason to hate the Church.

Shut your damn mouth.

What term do you employ when you speak of your progenitor?" I answered with the term I'd always wanted to employ. "Sonovabitch." "To his face?" she asked. "I never see his face." "He wears a mask?" "In a way, yes. Of stone. Of absolute stone.

Don’t try and make me feel better, Alex. I hate you.” “I hate you, too.

Get your dirty stinking moron knees off my chest.

I hate wack niggas, I should really slap niggas.

I slammed the door in the child's face, a horrific scream trapped in my throat.

Already Roland feels his limbs starting to go numb. He swallows hard. "I hate this. I hate you. I hate all of you." "I understand.