Violated Quotes

“You be sure to throw the book at him, you hear me? I feel violated, Detective. Violated."
"I'll throw this table at you if you don't give us the names we're looking for.”
― Derek Landy, Kingdom of the Wicked

“I have tried to communicate my ideas in a language that preserves connections, a language that is faithful both to the dispassionate, reasoned traditions of my profession and to the passionate claims of people who have been violated and outraged. I have tried to find a language that can withstand the imperatives of doublethink and allows all of us to come a little closer to facing the unspeakable.”
― Judith Lewis Herman, Trauma and Recovery: The Aftermath of Violence - From Domestic Abuse to Political Terror

“Shamed and enraged, I sit by the side of the road and cry.
Eclipsed by a sense of disgrace, my emotions feel momentarily stifled and disconnected. Instead of anger, I feel dishonored and exposed. I cannot even formulate my thoughts, much less speak them. My integrity and humility have been violated. I have only my own indignation to spur me on.”
― Holly A. Smith, Fire of the Five Hearts

“Even the nicest people have their limits. It's called Crying. Once done crying, they get back to being nice and ready to be violated again.”
― Nitya Prakash

“Your life is a result of life`s principles that you either observed or violated.”
― Sunday Adelaja

“The beating soon had Laurelene nearly senseless. The carbineer began to tear away her hempcloth robe and when she tried to crawl away he dragged her back and punched her face until she lay unresisting, her legs bare and apart. He's done this before, so this is what it's like to be violated, she thought as he settled down on top of her with a long, shuddering sigh. Anything, anything, just no more beating, she thought, her eyes closed.”
― Sean McMullen, The Miocene Arrow

“The common people have the right to good health and that right is being violated by corrupt corporate controlled governments.”
― Steven Magee

“... the door creaked and a golden fox-face appeared- along with a narrowed metal eye. 'Shit,' said Lucien. 'It's freezing in here.'

It was but I was too nauseated to notice. Keeping my head up was an effort, let alone keeping the food down. He unclasped his cloak and set it around my shoulders. Its heavy warmth leaked in to me. 'Look at all this,' he said, staring at the paint on me. Thanksfully, it was all intact, save for a few places on my waist. 'Bastard.'

'What happened?' I got out, even though I wasn't sure I truly wanted the answer. My memory was a dark blur of wild music.

Lucien drew back. 'I don't think you want to know.' I studied the few smudges on my waist, marks that looked like hands had held me.

'Who did this to me?' I asked quietly, my eyes tracing the arc of the spoiled paint.

'Who do you think?'

My heart clenched and I looked at the floor. 'Did- did Tamlin see it?'

Lucien nodded. 'Rhys was only doing it to get a rise out of him.'

'Did it work?' I still couldn't look Lucien in the face. I knew, at least, that I hadn't been violated beyond touching my sides. The paint told me that much.

'No,' Lucien said, and I smiled grimly.

'What- was I doing the whole time?' So much for Alis's warning.

Lucien let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his red hair. 'He had you dance for him for most of the night. And when you weren't dancing, you were sitting in his lap.'

'What kind of dancing?' I pushed.

'Not the kind you were doing with Tamlin on Solstice,' Lucien said and my face heated. From the murkiness of my memories of last night, I recalled the closeness of a certain pair of violet eyes- eyes that sparkled with mischief as they beheld me.

'In front of everyone?'

'Yes,' Lucien replied- more gently than I'd heard him speak to me before. I stiffened. I didn't want his pity.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I don't blame her,' Cassian said, shrugging despite his words. 'She was- violated. Her body stopped belonging wholly to her.' His jaw clenched. Even Amren didn't dare say anything. 'And I am going to peel the King of Hybern's skin off his bones the next time I see him.'

His Siphons flickered in answer.

Rhys said casually. 'I'm sure the king will thoroughly enjoy the experience.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin