Quotes About Self-loathing

I hated myself. I hated people who made war. I hated people who were normal. I envied them. I wish I would be normal.

The self is hateful.

A lot of the problems I had with fame I was bringing on myself. A lot of self-loathing, a lot of woe-is-me. Now I'm learning to see the positive side of things, instead of, like, 'I can't go to Kmart. I can't take my kids to the haunted house.'

Those are not the tears of repentance!... Self-loathing is not sorrow. Yet it is good, for it marks a step in the way home, and in the father's arms the prodigal forgets the self he abominates.

but where is the use of saying what might have been, when all things are ever moving towards the highest and best for the individual as well as for the universe! —not the less that hell may be the only path to it for some—the hell of an absolute self-loathing.

You are rotting away. You are falling to pieces. What are you? A bag of filth. Now turn round and look into that mirror again. Do you see that thing facing you? That is the last man. If you are human, that is humanity.

Like a lot of people, I've got a self-loathing streak that's alive and well. It acts as a de facto engine when I'm working, but it also has its extraordinary pitfalls, too.

No one can hate me more than I hate myself.

i'm sleeping next to no one or no thing except the mirror and the only thing i see in the room is the reflection of the person i despise the most

The violence interferes. It sticks its fingers into everything and tears it open. It all comes apart, and I loath myself for waiting this long to end it. I despise myself for taking the easy options night after night. A hatred is wound up and let go in me. It hacks at my spirit and brings it to its knees, next to me. It coughs and suffocates me as my own hatred for myself becomes overwhelming.

Suzanne trabaja media jornada. Odia a su padre. Y se odia a sí misma por no plantarle cara. Se lamenta de todo. —Pero adoro a Melinda —dice—. Es el toque de belleza en medio de tanta fealdad.

Although he liked nearly everything else about himself, Keith hated his redeeming features. In his view they constituted his only major shortcoming -his one tragic flaw.

I lay back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. I hated myself. I thought, I am just a destructive force in the world. Look at all the bodies I leave behind me. *

It's not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame, and self-loathing - they are not all bad. Those devils have also been my angels. Without them I would never have disappeared into language, literature, the mind, laughter, and all the mad intensities that made and unmade me.

Counterintuitively, self-hatred is one of the leading symptoms of clinical narcissism. Only by telling yourself and the world how much you hate yourself can you receive the reliable shower of praise and admiration in response that you feel you deserve Ã¢â'¬Â¦ 

Music is so therapeutic for me that if I can't get it out, I start feeling bad about myself - a lot of self-loathing.

A lot of the problems I had with fame I was bringing on myself. A lot of self-loathing, a lot of woe-is-me. Now I'm learning to see the positive side of things, instead of, like, 'I can't go to Kmart. I can't take my kids to the haunted house.'

It is madness. And if you don't know who you are, or if your real self has drifted away from you with the undertow, madness at least gives you an identity. It's the same with self-loathing. You're probably just normal and normal-looking but that's not a real identity, not the way ugliness is. Normality, just accepting that you're probably normal-looking, lacks the force field of self-disgust. If you don't know who you are, madness gives you something to believe in.

Una relación íntima entre dos personas es un instrumento de tortura entre ellas, ya sean personas de distinto sexo o del mismo. Todo ser humano lleva dentro de sí una cierta cantidad de odio hacia sí mismo, y ese odio, ese no poder aguantarse a sí mismo, es algo que tiene que ser transferido a otra persona, y a quien puedes transferirlo mejor es a la persona que amas.

Tailgrabber] looked up at the others, fixing them with a stare that she hoped carried every last drop of the hatred she had been saving up in her heart for herself.

I know I'm a hateful creature.

he carried his body about with him like something he hated.

Most novelists I know went through a period of intense self-examination and self-loathing after the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center. I certainly did.

I'm the worst night owl, because I'm a self-loathing night owl who thinks, 'No, I should be getting up early.' It feels unproductive. I must get over that.