Quotes About Self-destruction

El la empujaba a autodestruirse. Hacía que ella deseara y luego no le daba ninguna satisfacción.

When the beginnings of self-destruction enter the heart it seems no bigger than a grain of sand.

When discussing wrath, we must see that God has always been a God of grace. To take away the dark side of God makes religious people mad. They want to kill somebody, so they want their god to kill somebody. But God has no desire to inflict pain or agony on anyone. He came to rescue you from sin, death and self-destruction.

It wasn't being an alcoholic - it was going wild. It happened when I got famous. It was like having my teens in my early thirties: blotting out your life, not having to think about anything.

To save myself, I destroyed another, and in doing so, I destroyed myself.

I'm an obvious example of how everyone is spiraling out of control on the show and just trying to live life the best they can without destroying themselves.

Do not claim to be something you are not eligible and entitled, for that. Nature never forgive such a claim. Sooner, or later your reality will be visible to everyone, and it is your self-defeat and self-destruction.

Ego is such a bullet that fires all your relations.

And there are plenty of ways to self-destruct: marrying or having a baby in a way that imprisons one in a narrow, prescribed role; abusing drugs or alcohol; becoming physically or mentally incapacitated; joining a cult or organization that offers security and answers; or suicide.

It is not surprising that many sensitive adolescents meet the crisis by destroying their budding self so they will not have to watch it fail to bloom "right.

It is not surprising that many sensitive adolescents meet the crisis by destroying their budding self so they will not have to watch it fail to bloom "right." And there are plenty of ways to self-destruct: marrying or having a baby in a way that imprisons one in a narrow, prescribed role; abusing drugs or alcohol; becoming physically or mentally incapacitated; joining a cult or organization that offers security and answers; or suicide.

It's weird, I was such a survivor and so wanted to be a part of life while I was trying to snuff out the life that was inside of me. I had this duality of trying to kill myself with drugs, then eating really good food and exercising and going swimming and trying to be a part of life. I was always going back and forth on some level.

Civilizations die from suicide, not by murder.

Of the seven deadly sins, anger is possbly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back--in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you.

He whom the flame of jealousy encompasses, will at last, like the scorpion, turn the poisoned sting against himself.

They devour each other and cannot even digest themselves.

There are feelings which want to kill the lonely; and if they do not succeed, well, then they themselves must die. But are you capable of this—to be a murderer?

Empires implode from within due to their own excesses.

When man meets an obstacle he can't destroy, he destroys himself

Looking back, I think I really was at least slightly out of my mind. I viewed narcotics as most people regard food. I wore my guns as today I wear my neckties. Deep down, I actually believed that after living as fully as humanly possible, one should then die violently. I expected then, as I still expect today, to die at any time. But then, I think I deliberately invited death in many, sometimes insane, ways.

What possesses them, these young girls with a talent for self-immolation?

but nothing I ever gave was good for you; it was like white bread to goldfish. they cram and cram, and it kills them, and they drift in the pool, belly-up, making stunned faces and playing on our guilt as if their own toxic gluttony was not their own fault there you are, still outside the window, still with your hands out, still pallid and fish-eyed, still acting stupidly innocent and starved.

But nothing I ever gave was good for you; it was like white bread to goldfish. They cram and cram, and it kills them, and they drift in the pool, belly-up, making stunned faces and playing on our guilt as if their own toxic gluttony was not their fault.

I wanted to meet the monster. Why go down if you can go up?