Quotes About Self-destruction

Is there no saving what betrays itself?

Where are the lines between satisfaction and excess, between restraint and indulgence, between pleasure and self-destruction? And why are they so difficult to find, particularly for women?

We cannot waste time. We can only waste ourselves.

Pride has no intrinsic substance, being no more than the name given to the soul devouring itself.

Unable to forgive his own sins, unsatisfied with just the goodness of his heart, [Kerouac] would go on poisoning his body until it rotted around him, rotted, bloated, exploded, and fell away to let the pure Jack Kerouac, the saint, escape free at last - remembered only as a ghost.

Además, la mente era el arma más poderosa que uno tenía para atacar a los demás y para destruirse a sí mismo.

Of course you're not interested in him. He's not a hot mess of self-destruction.

Men are destroyed for being rebellious, and women destroy themselves by failing to be rebellious. Unless you can make that next jump to either getting along with people or resisting people, you are ultimately destroying yourself.

Even a fool could see that one didn't need a war, nuclear or otherwise, to destroy oneself; the rising cost of weaponry could do that quite nicely.

All false art, all vain wisdom, lasts its time but finally destroys itself, and its highest culture is also the epoch of its decay.

wy wszyscy, którzy uruchamiacie od czasu do czasu swoje leniwe zwoje mózgowe, podlegacie takim samym pragnieniom i ambicjom. Takim samym strachom i odruchom samozag?ady. Takim samym buntom i rezygnacjom.

One of my da's tragedies was always the fact that he was bright enough to understand just how comprehensively he had shat all over his life. He would have been a lot better off thick as a plank.

Armamos a los que odiamos, con armas sobrenaturales, y nos achicamos en su presencia, y así al final, no son ellos los que nos conquistan, sino, nosotros mismos.

We are the first species capable of self-annihilation.

To say I drank my way into marriage isn't much of an exaggeration, and it's none at all to say I drank my way out of it.

Staring at the world through the bottom of a glass, all I see is a man who's fading fast.

Man is the only living species that has the power to act as his own destroyer - and that is the way he has acted through most of his history.

With you, it seems to be merely a question of time. The legality of self-destruction—the "rightness" or "wrongness" of it—seems to have much to do with how quickly the deed is done, as well as who is doing it. The faster the death, the more "wrong" it seems to be. The slower the death, the more it slips into "okayness.

The gulf between how one should live and how one does live is so wide that a man who neglects what is actually done for what should be done learns the way to self-destruction rather than self-preservation.

Now writing is just working your way toward the border that the innermost secret draws around itself, and to cross that line would mean self-destruction. But writing is also an attempt to respect the borderline only for the truly innermost secret, and bit by bit to free the taboos around that core, difficult to admit as they are, from their prison of unspeakability. Not self-destruction but self-redemption. Not being afraid of unavoidable suffering.

Sam tried to think of a quick explanation, but was too weary from lack of sleep to tackle the concept of Las Vegas in twenty-five words or less. Finally he said, "These are places where you go if you want to fuck up your life and you don't have a lot of time to do it in." "Are we going to stop?" "No, I seem to be fucking up at a fine rate of speed, thank you.

You guys had a good run. You can't expect her to lose her sense of judgment forever. You know, Theo, every now and then Eraserhead will hook up with Tinker Bell, or Sling Blade Carl will marry Lara Croft—that sort of thing gives us hope—but you can't count on it. You can't bet that way. Why, guys like us would always be alone if some women didn't have a deep-seated streak of self-destruction, isn't that right, Professor?

Each of us has a terrorist inside, a mad impulse to abandon that which is rightfully ours, to blow ourselves to smithereens.

Why hang a man who was so ready to hang himself?