Roberto Cavalli Quotes

I didn't have a good childhood growing up.

I grew up in a very toxic home.

I was in a terrible mess in my childhood.

I definitely didn't have a happy childhood.

My father was a very unhappy person, very sarcastic, and my mother was very nervous and worried about what people thought. They weren't monsters, but it wasn't a good childhood.

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

My childhood was the worst thing on earth. I'm very lucky to have gotten out of that, but I spent 15 years of my life being so incredibly emotionally abused.

I had a very distant relationship with my father. It was always just me and my mother. It was a shattering blow when she died. I was 16.

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.

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.

Appalling things can happen to children. And even a happy childhood is filled with sadnesses.

I had a very angry father and was disconnected from my family.

When I was a child, I used to cry all the time.

Neurosis is always a substitute for legitimate suffering.

In my family, as in all dysfunctional families, instead of parents who act as strong and nurturing role models for their children, you get these needy people who use their children. I was the kid who tried to take on the marriage.

I had a very rough and tumultuous childhood.

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

Unfortunately, some parents simply don't love their children. Probably they don't even love themselves. That may be the heart of their problem. Having parents like this is a terrible burden for any child and can shadow him all through life. It can even destroy him.

I didn't really have the most healthy of upbringings.

Violence was very much a part of my mother's upbringing - a little less so with my father's, but my father was an angry man when he was young. He was angry and frustrated and had no idea how to channel anger.

My mom died when I was 11 years old.

When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim's warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the Reaping.

Boy, why are you crying?

Any kid who grew up with an alcoholic parent will tell you how nauseating it feels never to know what it will be like when you come home.

My childhood, I would say, was a bit sad. Society resents that.