Quotes About Self-loathing

I grew up very self-loathing. I was a phobic. I had anxiety. I had panic attacks.

I hate myself and my face in particular.

We now understand that women and men are not "crazy" or "defective" when, in response to trauma, they develop post-traumatic symptoms, including insomnia, flashbacks, phobias, panic attacks, anxiety, depression, dissociation, a numbed toughness, amnesia, shame, guilt, self-loathing, self-mutilation, and social withdrawal.

The key to humor is often self-loathing or sarcasm. In a sense, that's how self-loathing is made palatable.

I do want to say the process of writing a novel is riddled with self-doubt and self-loathing.

Self-loathing doesn't keep me from being happy. But that doesn't mean I don't struggle.

We joke a lot about how, in Hollywood, the writer is one step below the doormat. That's not self-loathing. That's true!

But there's another story, A real short one, probably written on my grave: couldn't stay sober. Never liked himself.

He was permanently impressed by the most irrelevant banalities and impossible to impress with real novelty, meaning, or conflict. And he was too moronic to be properly self-loathing--so it was my duty to loathe him instead.

Like, your body has to get used to being in front of people. Like - and you have to be like - you have to be kind of a ham, you know? Like, the thing about writers is they're generally self - comedy writers - self-loathing, sort of play small. And as a, like, performer, you have to think like a comedy writer but act like a performer.

Joseph Roth ends Flight Without End with the sentence: "No one in the whole world was as superfluous as he." I beg to differ. No one in the whole world is as superfluous as I. Not Franz Tunda, Roth's protagonist, no. I am the one who has no occupation, no desire, no hope, no ambition, not even any self-love.

How dare the world be beautiful when I was so horrifying?

The trick. . .is to find the balance between the bright colors of humor and the serious issues of identity, self-loathing, and the possibility for intimacy and love when it seems no longer possible or, sadder yet, no longer necessary.

Monogamy doesn't work unless it rises up from the bones. Because it promises nothing but fear and tension when forced on you. It fills you up with despair where there might be joy. It shoves guilt and paranoia and self-loathing down your throat, if you don't truly want it.

I am so stupid, so easily fooled. It's really almost funny. If I could lift a finger I would gladly kill myself.

Of course it isn't. It's just an arbitrary set of rules like chess or tennis or — what's that strange thing you British play?" "Er, cricket? Self-loathing?" "Parliamentary democracy.

I know that astrology isn't a science," said Gail. "Of course it isn't. It's just an arbitrary set of rules like chess or tennis or—what's that strange thing you British play?" "Er, cricket? Self-loathing?" "Parliamentary democracy.

To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could.

Growing up, I was a self-loathing Igor who carried the queen's books. My job was to be the sarcastic sherpa, quietly providing the farce and adoration, then becoming part of the wall when cued.

There was a warm and encouraging environment at home. My self-loathing and neuroticism are not because of my upbringing.

Sono un egocentrico farabutto, una prostituta letteraria o un manutengolo delle lettere, scegliete voi la definizione che più vi piace, sono marcio dalla punta dei piedi alla cima dei capelli. E dunque cosa potete fare per me? Che cosa dovrei fare? Perché non andate in bestia? Non ho alcun motivo di andare in bestia. Sto solo ascoltandovi mentre odiate voi stesso. È noioso, ma non ferisce la mia suscettibilità.

Fortified with self-loathing, with the reserves of sardonic contempt he'd absorbed in his time spent around Milacar, he'd gone to the gate tight-lipped and filled with a strange, queasy energy, as if walking to his own execution as well as Jelim's. He'd known at some deep, cold level that he would cope. He was wrong. Utterly.

I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.

If you never lived out your sexuality - it's a great force, and if you try to fight it, what does that create? Energy: positive and negative, self-loathing.