Susan Hampshire Quotes

I got bullied a lot when I was a kid, and because of that I thought for the most part that I didn't really have a childhood - I had to grow up so quick and there was no real enjoyment in that for me.

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

The attacks of which I have been the object have broken the spring of life in me... People don't realize what it feels like to be constantly insulted.

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

I must confess that I lead a miserable life. For almost two years, I have ceased to attend any social functions, just because I find it impossible to say to people, 'I am deaf.' If I had any other profession, I might be able to cope with my infirmity; but in my profession, it is a terrible handicap.

I was an incredibly lonely, very alienated teenager.

The operation left me very emotional. I cry a lot anyway. I've always been the type to feel hurt easily, but now I hit rock bottom.

I had a terror-since September -I could tell to none-and so I sing, as the Boy does by the Burying Ground-because I am afraid.

At such a moment, it is not the physical pain which hurts the most (and this applies to adults as much as to punished children); it is the mental agony caused by the injustice, the unreasonableness of it all.

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

My heart was broken and my head was just barely inhabitable

Moral wounds have this peculiarity - they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.

People cannot win against their loneliness because loneliness is this world’s worst kind of pain.

Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

The wounds that cannot be seen are more painful than those that can be treated by a doctor.

People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.

[However], the sufferer from depression has no option, and therefore finds himself, like a walking casualty of war, thrust into the most intolerable social and family situations. There he must ... present a face approximating the one associated with ordinary events and companionship. He must try to utter small talk and be responsive to questions, and knowingly nod, and frown and, God help him, even smile.

I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.

Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.

Shame produces trauma. Trauma produces paralysis.

The substance of grief is not imaginary. It's as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.

Words don't hurt you." Which is one of the hugest criminal lies perpetrated by adults against children in this world. Because words hurt more than any physical pain.

I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method: agony.

Sorrow you can hold, however desolating, if nobody speaks to you. If they speak, you break down.

It was like something you have dreaded and feared and dodged for years until it seemed like all your life, then despite everything it happened to you and all it was was just pain, all it did was hurt and so it was all over, all finished, all right.