Quotes About Self-criticism

Read over your compositions, and when you meet a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.

dislike in ourselves.

I saw an interview that I did with someone, and I was horrified by it. And I said to my wife, 'This is unbearable how I talk.'

I don't want to play myself up as a hero, because it would make me unbelievable. I'd rather settle for people thinking that I'm a bum, but digging my stories, than liking me and not being able to believe in my stories. That's one reason I've been hard on myself, because I want my stuff to be believable.

I'm at the point where you look back on your life and reflect. I've always been an unbelievable critic of me. If we lost a game, I blamed myself every night. I'm very proud of some of the things I did as an athlete, as an executive.

The things we hate about ourselves aren't more real than things we like about ourselves.

The all-or-nothing mind-set leads Perfectionists to transform every setback they encounter into a catastrophe, an assault on their very worth as human beings. Their sense of self inevitably suffers as their faultfinding turns inward.

She peered up at the red spatter on the ceiling—as though she needed reminders—and lifted a hand to her forehead, pressing a finger against the scar. "You can't even please yourself;

I will tell you another thing, we Argentines criticise Messi because we are specialists in criticising what is ours.

The nature of being an artist in any field, but specifically in comedy, is that almost as soon as you finish something you hate it, and it feels dated, and not your best work.

I've never made a perfect speech or a perfect anything. I always think after, I should have done it that way or this way.

If a person lacks self- acceptance, he can't live with himself; if he lacks self-criticism, others can't live with him.

It is not the self -critical who reveals his humility ( for does not everyone have some how to put up with himself? ). Rather, it is the man who continues to love the person who has criticized him.

My mum,' Thomas Kintry told him, 'when she gets really down, she churns over the past. All the things she thinks she did wrong, all the people she let down. There was this one Christmas when the turkey came out too dry; she still goes on about that bloody turkey, what a miserable Christmas day it was. And this is, like—1993 or something. But she still goes on about it. My nan was the same.

Sometimes I get insecure about being a real director because I look at the great directors, and they have such command. But maybe that keeps me critical of myself. Maybe it keeps me moving forward.

My mum has always said I am too hard on myself. But I have always been like that and it has always helped me. After matches I focus only on what I did wrong. Never what I did well.

I am very self-critical, but that's a good thing because it keeps me growing as a human being and as a musician.

Sometimes, musicians worry too much about how beautifully they are playing.

The way you talk to yourself sometimes is terrible! I hear myself, and I go, 'I can't believe you're talking to my friend Allison like that!' It's really terrible, the things we say to ourselves.

When I get out, I get annoyed with myself.

I will say, there's not an episode in existence where whatever didn't come out the way I wanted it to or is an actual mistake that won't nag at me until the end of the time.

There's like a little bit of a narcissism - I think there's more than a little bit of narcissism about it, but it's just that you can become so anxious and self-obsessive about whether this thing that I'm writing is good; is this joke that I'm making good?

And one of the biggest things I still can't get over is that even when I'm doing something right, I still feel like I'm doing something wrong. I always have that feeling that it's not good enough. That I'm not good enough.

Those who resist are relentlessly self-critical. They ask the hard questions that mass culture, which promises an unachievable eternal youth, fame and financial success, deflects us from asking. What does it mean to be born? What does it mean to live? What does it mean to die? How do we live a life of meaning? What is justice? What is truth? What is beauty? What does our past say about our present? How do we defy radical evil?