Parker Palmer Quotes

I don't understand if you get caught in a fight, but take it out on a room, how that implies some psychiatric disorder.

Sometimes I have wished my insults were slaps or lashes; I've wanted to hit people in the face and make them see, if only for a day, what I see each day I help people.

You must hurt, or be hurt.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

People turn to violence, because they have no other avenue left.

By then Esthappen and Rahel had learned that the world had other ways of breaking men. They were already familiar with the smell. Sicksweet. Like old roses on a breeze.

Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.

tell me how does it feel with my teeth in your heart!

Stress is the reason for crime and all other kinds of frustration. To relieve it will eliminate everything else.

I have been touched by extreme violence, and I have been robbed of the life I always wanted by someone who chose to do evil.

I think to be driven to want to kill must be such a terrible burden.

I think, often, when you are in just a lot of pain, it comes out as anger.

The healthy man does not torture others - generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers.

I don't know what is to be done. This isn't war.

I don't know how to be hurt.

I had a lot of frustrations, and I was drinking far too much, and I was just trying to survive and this is what came out of it.

Rightly tired of the pain İ hear and feel, boss... where we's comin from or goin to or why... If İ could end it, İ would. But İ can't.

Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.

Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.

Who hasn't sharpened the edge of his soul? When, just as our eyes are opened, we see hate, and just after learning to walk, we are tripped, and just for wanting to love, we are hated, and for no more than touching, we are hurt, which of us hasn't started to arm himself, to make himself sharp, somehow, like a knife, to pay back the hurt?

They tore out my heart and stomped that sucker flat.

I kept a straight face while my inner Neanderthal spluttered and then went on a mental rampage through a hypothetical produce section, knocking over shelves and spattering fruit everywhere in sheer frustration, screaming, 'JUST TELL ME WHOSE SKULL TO CRACK WITH MY CLUB, DAMMIT!

I want to throw down your kid and stomp on his testicles, and then you will know what it is like to experience waking up everyday as me. And only then will you feel my pain.

The worst thing about war is that so many people enjoy it.

Fighting with anybody is very dangerous because you become like your enemy.