Victimage Quotes & Sayings

He took pains to avoid self-depreciation, self-mockery, ambiguity, irony, subtlety, vulnerability, a civilized world-weariness and a tragic sense of history
the very things, he says, that are most natural to him. — Don DeLillo

Many Continentals think life is a game; the English think cricket is a game. — George Mikes

A prolonged and massive increase in aggregate wealth per capita has taken place over several centuries. — Robert Gilpin

In a culture of domination, preoccupation with victimage is inevitable. — Bell Hooks

He wished that they could go through life like this. That he could physically put himself between Eleanor and the world. — Rainbow Rowell

The idea of victimage is a dreadful thing, a product of a safe middle-class perspective. What people who are not safe develop is a tragic wisdom, a wisdom that embraces contradiction and seeks a sense of balance rather than going to extremes. — Gerald Vizenor

What one thing could you do in your personal and professional life that, if you did it on a regular basis, would make a tremendous positive difference in your life? — Stephen R. Covey

After all, where can the glorious, the goofy, and the god-like stand shoulder to shoulder? — Clive Barker

One knows so little. When one knows more it is too late. — Agatha Christie

Every single part of me ached, sort of like the universe was exploding inside my skull, or like my body was tearing itself apart in order to rebuild everything from the inside out. To re-create some twisted semblance of me. — Jess Rothenberg

The possibility of war increases in direct proportion to the effectiveness of the instruments of war. — Norman Cousins

You can't go and anticipate what it is that you want to see. You just have to be present. Be where you are. — Kobe Bryant

If you're wearing suits and you want to create your own sense of style, get to the tailor. — Matt Bomer

With a hoarse curse on his lips, Ashe shuddered against her. The night felt warmer, the air heavier ... richer, as it pressed in on them. Lust spilled through his veins in a thick, decadent slide, more potent than any narcotic as it poured through his system. His tongue flicked against the velvety softness of her lower lip, coaxing her to accept him ... to kiss him back. She shivered, blinking, then relented, her lips parting with a sigh ... inviting him in, and he couldn't resist, sliding his tongue against hers in an explicit kiss that was wet and deep and hungry. — Rhyannon Byrd