Quotes About Self-blame

People in pain are so vulnerable, such easy marks. We're desperate for reasons, for a sense of control, even if it means incriminating ourselves.

In other words, I would say that the drive to blame ourselves or others comes from our inability to stay present with what is, because the sense of failure challenges us. It's uncomfortable, unpleasant.

If I try to flirt with her, I'll probably get shot down. That would show what a loser I am." This thought contains nearly all ten cognitive distortions, but it's a classic example of Self-Blame

Self-Blame. You blame yourself for something you weren't entirely responsible for, or you beat up on yourself because of some mistake you made.

You'd be doing us both a favor.' 'This drives me bats. You know this drives me bats.' Orin and Hal's term for this routine is Politeness Roulette. This Moms-thing that makes you hate yourself for telling her the truth about any kind of problem because of what the consequences will be for her. It's like to report any sort of need or problem is to mug her.

Stan, sitting beside Zeena, tried to concentrate on the words and guess what the reverend was going to say next. Anything to keep from thinking. It's not my fault he's dead. I didn't mean to kill him. I killed him. There it starts again and all day I wasn't feeling anything and I thought I'd lost it.

My sister thinks that she's the only one who can take poison, but I am poison,' he whispers, eyes half-closed, talking to himself. 'Poison in my blood. I poison everything I touch.' That's such a strange thing to hear him say. Everyone adores him. And yet, I recall him running away at thirteen, sure so many things were his fault.

But when you were gone-truly gone beneath the waves-I hated myself as I never have before.

I hate seeing him with Nicasia. I hate the thought of his touching her. I hate that this is my plan, that I have no one to be angry with but myself. I am an idiot.

By cutting off my hair I was punishing myself for loving someone so much.

A túlélÅ'k b?ntudata gyötörte, azért menekült a világegyetem kiismerhetetlen erÅ'inek karmai közé, hogy büntesse magát, amiért még mindig élt.

Don't be against yourself. There's enough cruelty in the world as it is. Don't make things worse by scapegoating yourself.

Jerk, v. "This has to stop," I say. "You have to stop hurting me. I can`t take it. I really can`t take it." "I know you can`t take it," you say. "But is that really my fault?" I try to convince myself that it`s the alcohol talking. But alcohol can`t talk. It just sits there. It can`t even get itself out of the bottle. "It is your fault," I tell you. But you have already left the room.

You've nobody to blame but yourself, you know.

You'd have to be blind, deaf, and dumb not to know what you're getting yourself into, so if there's blame, blame yourself.

Then I met a woman named Janine who was bitten and had to spend a week in the hospital. "It was completely my own fault," she said. "I shouldn't have been wearing sandals." "It didn't have to strike you," I reminded her. "It could have just slid away." Janine was the type who'd likely blame herself for getting mugged. "It's what I get for having anything worth taking!" she'd probably say.

It's all because of me isn't it? It's all my fault?

Because like so many people who were victimized directly or indirectly by crime, I blamed myself. If I hadn't been able to find closure, I never would have overcome those early developmental challenges.

You have no chose but to assume it's your fault, that you're unlovable. And the feeling wraps around you until it becomes a prison, and you find yourself barricading that doors against anyone who wants to come in.

You Hathaways would find it impossible to understand what it's like to be brought up in isolation, by people who don't give a damn about you. You have no choice but to assume it's your fault, that you're unlovable. And that feeling wraps around you until it becomes a prison, and you find yourself barricading the doors against anyone who wants to come in.

It's me, though. It's my fault for being like this. I'm going to have to get used to it.

it's my own *** fault.

Watch: (1) You do something nasty to me. (2) I hate you. (3) You find it uncomfortable to be hated. (4) You think how nice it would be if I didn't hate you. (5) You decide I ought not to hate you because hate is bad. (6) Good people don't hate. (7) Because I hate you I am a bad person. (8) It is not what you did to me that makes me hate you, it is my own bad nature. I—not you—am the cause of my hating you.

It was my fault, in the wrong time, I wonder so often, regret gets exhausting.