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Quotes About Self-destruction

It is as if mankind is trying to . . . obliterate itself, and every beautiful thing that it has made.
~ Robert Masello
We try to get out of these cocoons and make our way down to where our bodies are. We try shoplifting and racist/sexist/ageist humor (trying to offend our way out); we get naked on stage. We try sleep deprivation and razors on our skin. We date creepy, scary sleazes who we half-hope, half-fear might do the cutting for us. But we're so used to living inside a dream, even cutting feels dreamy. We can't get out. We can't wake up.
~ Lisa Crystal Carver
In the lifetime of one person, we went from figuring out where we came from to figuring out how to get rid of ourselves.
~ Jack Horner
A token of ecological awareness in a society devoted to self destruction and waste but unwilling to acknowledge its indulgent ways.
~ Dan Simmons
Throughout life, from childhood, from school until we die, we are taught to compare ourselves with another; yet when I compare myself with another I am destroying myself.
~ Jiddu Krishnamurti
When the ego dominates in organizations, even spiritual organizations, there is usually a big drama or upheaval of some kind, and self-destruction begins.
~ Eckhart Tolle
yet of their own poison do they perish
~ Aleister Crowley
How many of us dig our own graves, thought William. We dig them with vigour and determination, unaware of the implications, but with all the conviction of those who do not really know what they are doing, who are impervious to the dangers that others can see so clearly.
~ Alexander McCall Smith
There are seeds of self-destruction in all of us that will bare only unhappiness if allowed to grow.
~ Dorothea Brande
Her grandson Robert Seton bears out her stark intention, 'She occasionally had her fits of melancholy and one in particular, when about eighteen she so far forgot herself at a time of unusual despondency as to entertain the wicked purpose of self-destruction.
~ Joan Barthel
Quand je bois, je bois trop, quand je fume, je me bousille, quand j'aime, je perds la raison et quand je travaille, je me tue...Je ne sais rien faire normalement sereinement, je... - Et quand tu détestes? - Ça je sais pas... - Je croyais que tu me détestais, moi? - Pas encore, sourit-elle, pas encore...Tu verras quand ça arrivera...Tu verras la différence...
~ Anna Gavalda
Instead of my world, there would soon be only ice, snow, stillness, death; no more violence, no war, no victims; nothing but frozen silence, absence of life. The ultimate achievement of mankind would be, not just self-destruction, but the destruction of all life; the transformation of the living world into a dead planet.
~ Anna Kavan
The ultimate achievement of mankind would be, not just self-destruction, but the destruction of all life; the transformation of the living world into a dead planet.
~ Anna Kavan
When you get drunk you don't tear anything apart except yourself.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
I have cultivated several personalities within myself. I constantly cultivate personalities. Each of my dreams, immediately after I dream it, is incarnated into another person, who then goes on to dream it, and I stop. To create, I destroyed myself; I made myself external to such a degree within myself that within myself I do not exist except in an external fashion. I am the living setting in which several actors make entrances, putting on several different plays.
~ Fernando Pessoa
To create, I destroyed myself; I made myself external to such a degree within myself that within myself I do not exist except in an external fashion. I am the living setting in which several actors make entrances, putting on several different plays.
~ Fernando Pessoa
To understand, I destroyed myself. To understand is to forget about loving. I know nothing more simultaneously false and telling than the statement by Leonardo da Vinci that we cannot love or hate something until we've understood it.
~ Fernando Pessoa
I've created various personalities within. I constantly create personalities. Each of my dreams, as soon as I start dreaming it, is immediately incarnated in another person, who is then the one dreaming it, and not I. To create, I've destroyed myself. I've so externalized myself on the inside that I don't exist there except externally. I'm the empty stage where various actors act out various plays.
~ Fernando Pessoa
What feeds me destroys me.
~ Christopher Marlowe
Indeed, the entire process of neurotic living is directed toward resisting a richer, more fulfilled way of life due to the fear of ultimate loss or separation. Throughout life there is a constant struggle between the drive toward actualizing one's potential and the tendency to be self-denying and self-destructive. A "successful" psychotherapy would be a catalyst for a lifetime process of growing.
~ Robert W. Firestone
How can one hate oneself so much that one is willing to murder that self?' The ship shook his head and rain flew from his locks. 'That is your mistake. No one wants the self to die. I only wanted to make all the rest of it to stop. The only way to achieve that was to put death between the world and myself.
~ Robin Hobb
How can one hate oneself so much that one is willing to murder that self?" "That is your mistake. No one wants the self to die. I only wanted to make all the rest ot if stop. The only way to achieve that was to put death between the world and myself.
~ Robin Hobb
That is a thing I will never understand," Amber observed in a low voice. "How can one hate oneself so much that one is willing to murder that self?" The ship shook his head and rain flew from his locks. "That is your mistake. No one wants the self to die. I only wanted to make all the rest of it stop. The only way to achieve that was to put death between the world and myself.
~ Robin Hobb
Honestly, I tried not to think about my sister much. Or my mother. I have been guilty of doing what it takes to bury most of my memories when it comes to that- from junk food to booze to drugs, there are few poisons with which I haven't experimented. I've found a million ways to keep the demons in a comfortable, quiet stupor, lazing around on my inner couches.
~ Lisa Unger