Quotes About Self-harm

Jess couldn't stop spitting out words, because they were words like blades to hurt, and if she swallowed them, she'd be scraped hollow.

Use magic in anger, and you will harm yourself much more quickly than you will harm your adversary.

The painful thing is that when we buy into disapproval, we are practicing disapproval. When we buy into harshness, we are practicing harshness. The more we do it, the stronger these qualities become. How sad it is that we become so expert at causing harm to ourselves and others. The trick then is to practice gentleness and letting go.

Gilbert put down the magazine he was looking at and politely said he hoped I was recovering from my injury. I said I was. I've never been hurt, really hurt, he went on, that I can remember. I've tried hurting myself, of course, but that's not the same thing. It just made me uncomfortable and irritable and sweat a lot. That's pretty much the same thing, I said.

Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves.

He who wishes to drown himself must have an ax at hand to cut the ice.

nothing I could do to you will be as terrible as what you'll do to yourself.

It's what you do to yourself when you go mad with rage. You have no idea how much you can hurt yourself with your own strength.

and left no doubt that Cecilia had done violence to herself.

I will not let anyone hurt me, like in the dream. I'll hurt myself first. I know the places that are the most delicate. I'll do the hurting from now on, as long as all of this stops!!!!

The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded by happiness.

I] don't think I was trying to kill myself. I just wanted to hurt, and understand exactly whay I was hurting. This made sense: you cut, you felt pain, period.

Everyone is sleeping while she remains awake and leaves reminders on her body of how much she hates herself.

Real cutters dont cut for attention or for the pain, real cutters cut for the satisfaction of being in control something.

She cuts herself. Never too deep, never enough to die. But enough to feel the pain. Enough to feel the scream inside.

Wrist are for bracelets not cutting!

News flash, actual depressed people and people who self harm don't post about it 24/7 to a bunch of people they don't know.

Do the world a favor stop cutting your arms, and slit your throat.

I had no idea that the simple act of running a sharp blade across my wrist would change everything so completely. I wasn't after happiness anymore. I just wanted to survive.

For the first time in months, I felt together. Sharp. In hurting myself, I had at last found a way to release the pressure. But it was more than that. I was now different. I felt different. I'd discovered a way to control my feelings. Just because self-mutilation wasn't deemed an acceptable coping mechanism didn't mean I was going to stop doing it

Relief was what I was looking for that day, and I didn't care how I got it. What I wanted - what I needed - was a pain that I could see and deal with. I couldn't cope with the mess inside of me any longer, and cutting myself seemed to be the best solution. I knew that it would work. What I didn't know was that I was about t engage in a behavior that was not just dangerous but highly, highly addictive.

Some days, it was enough just to know that I had a packet of blades in the house. They were a cold, very sharp, security blanket.

Get real. They'll try to kill us no matter what. I can find out how to open the files from Mickey. You may be impressed with this genius shit but you should really find out what a mess his head is. The right drugs, he'll cut his own throat and forget why he's bleeding." That was an interesting choice of metaphor.

We live in a day when our sense are so dull that we need extreme sports, bingeing, or dangerous pastimes to give us a sense we are alive. We crave reality — both pain and pleasure — so much that many young people cut themselves, saying, 'I just wanted to feel something.