Violence In Jekyll And Hyde Quotes

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Nothing is ‘wrong’ with me, Dan. What’s wrong with you? she said in the same eerily quiet voice, dark eyes fixated on Dan, as she breathed heavily.

The slick concrete reflected the facades of the work weary - grey, cracked and old, but more importantly, trodden upon.

Mansfield’s performance is placed within a general anxiety caused by the proliferation of advertisements for melodramas that contained murder and violence as plot elements. This Victorian debate parallels present-day anxieties about the violence in Hollywood movies and the effect on the general population.

I’m still glowing, my power mounting with every passing second. My hands tremble just the slightest as I fight my other urges—sex and violence. Consider me a modern day Jekyll and Hyde. Most of the time I’m simply Callie the PI. But when I need to use my power, another side of me surfaces. The siren is the monster inside of me; she wants to take, and take, and take. To wreak havoc, to feast on her victims’ fear and lust.

A dude sitting at the bar rail started giving her that fucking bullshit “I love you” look, a look you get from dudes who are usually very near to full-on alcohol poisoning and have decided, with absolute clarity, that you are “their fucking everything.” This type of scenario could go a variety of different ways, but most times turns angry and violent. This violence wears many faces, but with these guys, it only rears its ugly head when enough alcohol has been consumed. It’s the Hyde to their sad and lonely Jekyll that they portray during the day, while they are sober and at work.

I liken the behaviour of perpetrators of family violence to being like 'Jekyll and Hyde', because the perpetrator behind closed doors is generally very different to the perpetrator outside the home.

It feels like a sort of self betrayal Your abuser makes you laugh in public; yet treats you like a wet napkin in private. To them you are only useful until your are disposable again. So you join in the laughter. Silence the ten angry women inside of you. Hoping that maybe, next time it is you and the abuser alone things could be a little bit different. But them or things; they never change. And you; you always stay. You always hope. You always laugh. It feels like a sort of self betrayal