Patricia Highsmith Quotes

I hadn't seen my dad get violent since the Great Spatula Incident, and I wasn't anxious to see a repeat of that.

My mother would not talk to me for weeks, would not stay under my roof for as long as I was married to Oleg.

My parents, last time we went to Ikea, got into a huge fight, almost got divorced. My dad accidentally put his fist through the wood. I don't know what it was made of. Just going there it's like a maze. My mom makes me go. I get lost. It's very stressful.

Coming closer to home, there is so much of jealousy, pride, arrogance, and carping criticism; fathers who rise in anger over small, inconsequential things and make wives weep and children fear.

I'm married, I have three children, I never hit my wife.

For me, the toughest thing for kids to deal with is when the parents are fighting. It's not violence on them - it's the feeling of violence in the family.

Nothing is quite so emotional and passionate as what goes on inside of a family. People are driven to distraction by a father or a mother or a husband. Or a child.

I only saw my father twice a year. If I'd seen him all the time I'd probably have murdered him by now. He was very strict.

There was a ton of fighting between my mother and father. The kids would be thrown into the middle, to choose sides.

She'd hit me before but never over and over and over and over into the head.

Jim Bakker ripped off the bedspread and said, my wife doesn't make me feel like a man anymore.

I think the deepest problem is between my parents and me. I just don't know if it will ever be the same.

Things at home are crossways, and Betsy and I are out.

I can't say I'm having trouble with my husband or that I have a stubborn child.

My parents used to fight a lot, and I think they fought a lot at night, and they would turn the television up to hide the sound of their fighting.

I vividly remember throwing a bowl of porridge at my husband Rayne once when he defended the children instead of me - the patch on the ceiling stayed for years.

My mother found herself in a triangular situation of my father and his legitimate wife. I experienced the emotional trauma of that triangle in my cradle.

Give up all hope of peace so long as your mother-in-law is alive.

When we got married, the first thing my wife did was put everything under both names - hers and her mother's.

When I was born my mother was terribly disappointed. Not that she wanted a girl - she wanted a divorce.

The continued propinquity of another human being cramps the style after a time unless that person is somebody you think you love. Then the burden becomes intolerable at once.

It's not the best between my family and me. There are so many crimes left unpunished, debts unpaid, white elephants in the middle of the room that no one will even offer a peanut to. We are in the red, emotionally speaking.

I don't even remember what Mother and I quarreled about: it is a continual quarrel that began when I reached puberty.

But I understand that relationship; I understand how the mother-in-law, daughter-in-law relationship has so many conflicts because it's so forced.