Quotes About Self-loathing

have I not the reason to hate and to despise myself? Indeed I do; and chiefly for not having hated and despised the world enough.

No guy in the history of America has ordered a Smirnoff Ice at a bar without hating himself a little.

After all this time, he had hope, and then hope was gone, and he hates himself for giving in to hope. He, who exists only to kill the hopes of others, could not destroy the hope within himself.

Self-loathing is man's effort to sweep the moon of footprints.

He was praying the Psalms, as he'd done in times past, with the enemies of King David translated into his own enemies of fear and remorse and self-loathing, which, in their legions, had become as armies of darkness.

Part of the depressive syndrome is that you are immensely loyal to your interpretation of yourself and your world. If God says you are forgiven in Christ, you create new rules that mandate contrition, penance, and self-loathing. If God says he loves you, you insist it is impossible. There it is: your system is higher than God's.

I have a combination of self-love and self-loathing, just like most people.

A part of us stayed like that: fearful of the world around us, and-no matter how much we despised ourselves for it-unable quite to let each other go.

Because somewhere underneath, a part of us stayed like that: fearful of the world around us, and—no matter how much we despised ourselves for it—unable quite to let each other go.

Instead, the room, which had seen her grow to maturity, would see her dry up and fade. The gilt mirror in the corner would bear its dispassionate testimony. All the ornaments and furnishings would be her companions through the years to come. And she realized that she would come to hate them, if she didn't already hate them, as one hates the witnesses of one's humiliation and futility.

Às vezes era capaz de me fazer vomitar a mim próprio, a sério que sim.

As a teenager I was both prurient and prudish. I was so full of self-loathing that in my mind it was unthinkable that any girl would ever want me. I hated everything about myself. The way I looked. How I spoke. Even how I thought. In my head I believed myself to be completely and utterly unworthy of love. My life had only just begun but I felt that I had already ruined it.

She said, "Why do you, like, hate yourself?" "If I knew me as somebody else, I would hate me just as much. Why have a double standard?

That black pool of shame bubbled up in my head again. Then, a spark came along and set it alight. The choice between feeling the toxic ooze of self loathing and the fire of mindless rage is no choice at all.

He had carried the weight of self-loathing for a lifetime, and sometimes it was far harder to put a heavy burden down than it was to continue to plod on, mile after mile, one's back bowed against the weight of it.

The flames of Aphrodite maddened me; I loathed myself, and yearned outrageously like a starved wolf to fall upon the sheep.

Art saved me it got me through my depression and self-loathing, back to a place of innocence.

Je suis monstrueusement gentil, tellement gentil que si je me rencontrais, je vomirais

What is most difficult is when the large part of me that is a narcissist grows weary and is overtaken by the self-loathing part that always lurks in the shadows waiting for an opportunity to shine.

I don't think closeted homosexual morticians have the market cornered on self-loathing or sense of shame.

Maybe he's just some guy. Maybe he doesn't have anything to do with why she left or why she took the money." Meryl Lawrence made a tiny self-loathing snort. "I'll ask her if you can find her." I took the envelope. She watched me put it away but didn't look any less unhappy with herself or relieved. "Thank you." "I promised." She gave me a rueful smile. "If

Hasta mis manos me parecían repugnantes. La deformación impúdica del dorso de mis manos me atormentaba; me sentía brutalmente impresionado a la vista de mis delgados dedos; odiaba todo mi cuerpo fláccido, y me horrorizaba llevarlo, sentirlo junto a mí. ¡Si todo esto pudiera terminar ahora! ¡Dios mío, quisiera morir!

The 2 extremes, neither one worse than the other: the result of bad religion is self-loathing and violence; the result of bad spirituality is self-worship and narcissism.

geceleri yata?a uzan?r ama uyuyamazd?m. nefret edecek birsürü ?ey gelirdi akl?ma, ama sonunda yine kendimden nefret ederdim.