Frank Zappa Quotes

It can be hard for the cute girl. I was blond, cute, broke. I was beat up. I was thrown inside lockers. I was burned with cigarettes. My hair was lit on fire.

I have a scar on my right arm from my ex-husband. He was cooking and he had a hot pot and he turned around and went right into my arm.

I've had just about everything punched. I've had things grabbed that just shouldn't be grapped.

I probably only cried five or six times in my life and I think four of those times was from my daddy kicking my butt.

I'm not stupid. After you just punch me, I'm not gonna be like, 'Alright, let me do that again.'

I left the clinic in a daze that had nothing to do with my head injury. Clear up in a week or so? How could Dr. Olendzki speak so lightly about this? I was going to look like a mutant for Christmas and most of the ski trip. I had a black eye. A freaking black eye. And my mother had given it to me.

My mother moves so fast I do not even see it coming. But she slaps my face hard enough to make my head snap backward. She leaves a print that stains me long after it’s faded. Just so you know: shame is five-fingered.

My mom beat me up," I informed my reflection. It looked back sympathetically.

You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill, now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will.

But I'm very thankful that no one is slamming my head against the wall anymore.

I'll never forget one morning I walked in and I had a hell of a bruise - it had been a difficult night the night before - and a client said to me, 'Good God, Vidal, what happened to your face?' And I said, 'Oh, nothing, madam, I just fell over a hairpin.'

I punched my mother out once.

My parents had this relationship that was really terrifying. I mean, the level of hatred that they had, and the level of physical abuse - my mother would beat up my father, basically - and I think I was drawn to images on television that were bright and reflective.

So many people suffer from abuse, and suffer alone.

Of all the toys available, none is better designed than the owner himself. A large multipurpose plaything, its parts can be made to move in almost any direction. It comes completely assembled, and it makes a sound when you jump on it.

I looked, and saw that Bob had entirely lost his left ear, and a large piece from his left cheek. His right eye was a little discoloured, and the blood flowed profusely from his wounds.

The only thing my old man ever gave me was a beating.

Mother beat the hell out of us. She'd have wild outbursts.

He hit me 18 times while I was in the act of falling.

My mother would beat me so bad, I wouldn't be able to sit down. And I would never snitch.

Yeah, she was hitting me hard. She was drunk and she was hitting me hard.

No woman has to be a victim of physical abuse. Women have to feel like they are not alone.

If we are to save our children then we must become people they will look up to. Children need heroes now more than ever because the poor children of this nation live with monsters every day. Monsters deprive them of heat in the winter, they don't fix their sinks and toilets, they let garbage pile up in their hallways, they kick them out of their homes, they beat them, shoot them, stab them-sometimes to death-they rape their bodies and their minds. Sometimes they lurk under the stairs. They scuttle around in the dark; you hear them in the walls gnawing, squeaking, occasionally biting a little finger.

I’m going to be beaten and unless some change takes place, badly beaten.

Any woman who stays with her abuser beyond the first incident is complicitous with him.