Quotes About Self-loathing

I was enamored of New York City intellectual life and was really into Philip Roth because I was raised by self-loathing Midwesterners who were from southern Illinois, who felt like fish out of water when they came to the East Coast when I was a kid.

I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.

My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.

What's wrong is that I am a GIANT HUNK OF SHIT!

I just don't like people, I don't even like myself

She closed her eyes against the shame, the disgust. She tried to remind herself that this was just who she was—how she was—and to ratchet down at least a little bit the self-loathing. Hadn't they had fun last night? Of course they had. At least she presumed they had.

For years, I hated myself. I covered the mirrors in my house. I literally couldn't have a mirror in my room.

You need to trust that your art, once created, has a value apart from you, just as a child, come into the world, has a value separate from the parents who gave it life. When you give in to self-loathing, insecurity, or stage fright, you are looking at your work from the outside, and the outside is a shapeless darkness that contains all your self-doubt and fears.

I can't afford to spend days in self loathing as everyone expects fat women to do. Self loathing eats your life. Being fat isn't my fault or even my sin, despite what all those TV ads say.

I can't afford to spend days in self loathing as everyone expects fat women to do. Self loathing eats your life.

If people could handle their self-loathing, customer service would be smoother.

He doesn't hate me. He hates himself. If people could handle their self-loathing, customer service would be smoother.

Work in a bookstore and learn that most people in this world feel guilty about being who they are...if people could handle their self-loathing m customer service would be smoother

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.

Lack of discipline leads to frustration and self-loathing.

Social media, despite its reputation as the ultimate agent of self-promotion, actually feeds on self-loathing.

What does he have to be jealous of? No, I think the mentality has its origins in the Puritan moral framework: the emphasis on fitting into a strict hierarchical structure, the element of self-loathing, the horror of anything pleasurable or artistic or unregimented . . . But I've always wondered how that paradigm made the transition to become the boundary, not just of virtue, but of reality itself.

think the mentality has its origins in the Puritan moral framework: the emphasis on fitting into a strict hierarchical structure, the element of self-loathing, the horror of anything pleasurable or artistic or unregimented . . . But I've always wondered how that paradigm made the transition to become the boundary, not just of virtue, but of reality itself.

Self help book titled 'How To Hate Other People More Than You Hate Yourself

So if you remain loyal to people who abuse and mistreat you, that's called trauma bonding. If you only feel normal if you're doing something extreme or high-risk, that's trauma arousal. If you've developed intense self-loathing, you've got trauma shame. If you find chemical, mental, or technological ways to numb yourself and your feelings, that's trauma blocking.

I hate hating myself. It's boring. But there's nobody else to hate.

We stuffed scary feelings down, and they made us insane. I think it is pretty universal, all this repression leading to violence and fundamentalism and self-loathing and addiction.

Behold, O Lord, that I am indignant with myself, for my senseless, profitless, hurtful, perilous passions; that I loathe myself, for these inordinate, unseemly, deformed, false, shameful, disgraceful passions; that my confusion is daily before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me. Alas! woe, woe! O me, how long?

When you hate yourself enough, there is a sharp tinge of satisfaction in unhappiness.