Quotes About Self-destruction

In reality of everyday occurrences I've had to submit to people in order not to lose them. It's less the submission that bothers me, I guess, than how it makes my life miserable. And what happens if I can't forgive myself for making that choice? And what if, in order to keep on living, I have to continue to accept myself? What am I supposed to do? Conclusion: It'd be best if I'm destroyed. The best thing is for me just to vanish.

I suppose I'm the one responsible for destroying myself.

Self-destructing – in rock, in public, in fact anywhere – is not good for the human spirit, not to mention the lungs, liver and kidneys. Artistically, it's best approached the way David Bowie did it in the mid-1970s. His cocaine addiction turned him into a withered stick-insect figure of a man but also inspired the best music of his entire career. Then he sorted himself out and became the golden-haired survivor we know and love today.

Elvis Presley exhibited all the classic symptoms of those driven to self-destruction by too much fame and medication: short attention span, an egocentric, chronically addictive personality, bad taste in friends and horrendous eating habits. He was also stupid.

Human beings are good at creating hells for themselves, even out of richness.

It shouldn't be so easy to nudge people toward what might be their own destruction.

Pronto comprendí que el alcohol, el tabaco y las prostitutas eran un método excelente para librarme del miedo a los seres humanos, aunque fuese sólo por un momento. Y llegué a la conclusión de que para conseguir esos momentos valdría la pena vender hasta la última de mis posesiones.

I have seen three pictures of the man. The Yozo we knew was so easy-going and amusing, and if only he hadn't drunk—no, even though he did drink—he was a good boy, an angel.

The way I was boozing was a kind of suicide. It was only gonna be a matter of time.

It was baffling. These creatures. The were fraught and frayed win their desire. A snake would never poison itself, but these folk made an art of it. They wrapped themselves in fears and wept at being blind. It was infuriating. It was enough to break a heart.

I don't think public life in and of itself can destroy you. I think it's the way people react to it, and some people are more sturdy than others... I don't think any one faction can be blamed for a person's self destruction - a certain amount of that has to be innate.

And power will always consume itself.

This was my one brush with love. Was it love? It felt awful enough. I spent another two years crawling around in the skin of it, smoking too much and growing too thin and having stray thoughts of jumping from my balcony like a tortured heroine in a Russian novel.

He has dug a hole and hollowed it out; he has fallen into a pit of his own making.

The nations have fallen into a pit of their making; their feet are caught in the net they have hidden.

But their swords will pierce their own hearts, and their bows will be broken.

But they lie in wait for their own blood; they ambush their own lives.

He who commits adultery lacks judgment; whoever does so destroys himself.

The fool folds his hands and consumes his own flesh.

Do not be overly righteous, and do not make yourself too wise. Why should you destroy yourself?

After this, he will turn back toward the fortresses of his own land, but he will stumble and fall and be no more.

Then I said, “I will no longer shepherd you. Let the dying die, and the perishing perish; and let those who remain devour one anotherís flesh.”

If Satan drives out Satan, he is divided against himself. How then can his kingdom stand?

And if Satan is divided and rises against himself, he cannot stand; his end has come.