Quotes About Self-pity

It seemed to me that a solution must be found. Here, my natural optimism was to my advantage. For when I read Sartre or Camus or Graham Greene, I experienced a temperamental rejection of their pessimism. I suspected that their ultimate picture might be distorted by a certain self-pity or lack of discipline—or, in the case of Greene, by a certain congenital lack of vitality. I suspected that if the problem left them defeated, it was because they had not attacked it hard enough.

His immense self-pity, his demand for sympathy poured and spread itself in pools at their feet, and all she did, miserable sinner that she was, was to draw her skirts a little closer round her ankles, lest she should get wet.

They stood there, isolated from the rest of the world. His immense self-pity, his demand for sympathy poured and and spread itself in pools at her feet, and all she did, miserable sinner that she was, was to draw her skirts a little closer round her ankles, lest she should get wet.

A imensa autopiedade dele, sua exigência de compaixão jorrava e se espraiava em poças aos pés dela, e a única coisa que ela fazia, miserável pecadora que era, era arrepanhar um pouco a saia em volta dos tornozelos para não se molhar.

Self-pity is a weakness. I don't blame them or anybody for not having a normal life. Life isn't easy for anyone.

Yet I don't think about it now like I didn't get a fair shake or something. Every family goes through their own pain, even though you might not see it on the outside. Self-pity is a weakness. I don't blame them or anybody for not having a normal life. Life isn't easy for anyone.

I was really sloshing around in my trough of self-pity

Bad things happen all the time. Only you can choose how you handle it. Whether you press through it and overcome it or be tangled up in self pity.

It is only a step from boredom to disillusionment, which leads naturally to self-pity, which in turn ends in chaos.

Part self-pity, part shame, part anger, part regret.

Fear, like self-pity, is a prison of its own making.

Normally, the thin-skinned have an endless array of excuses for why their workaday interactions are so much harder to bear for them than for the rest of us. In the eyes of the self-suffering, they are being victimised, used and always abused, when they're actually experiencing exactly the same body blows as the rest of us.

Mediocrities flock to any movement which will indulge their self-pity and their self-righteousness, for without a Movement the mediocrity is on the slide into terminal melancholia.

You say, Don't you bother about me, and then all the while you feel injured because nobody thinks of you.

Feeling sorry for yourself, and your present condition, is not only a waste of energy but the worst habit you could possibly have.

Psychology: "Sympathy the human species universally craves. The child eagerly displays his injury; or even inflicts a cut or bruise in order to reap abundant sympathy. For the same purpose adults … show their bruises, relate their accidents, illness, especially details of surgical operations. 'Self-pity' for misfortunes real or imaginary is, in some measure, practically a universal practice.

You sit around feelin' sorry for yourself and you're dead. Sittin' on your ass can get to be a disease worse than what you got.

Self-pity is a sin. It is a form of living suicide.

Lyric poets are always corrupting the young, making them choke in self-pity and indulge in reverie. Dirty sex and direspect for authority is what they have been whispering into their ears for ages.

Nobody's going to do your life for you. You have to do it yourself, whether you're rich or poor, out of money or raking it in, the beneficiary of ridiculous fortune or terrible injustice. And you have to do it no matter what is true. No matter what is hard. No matter what unjust, sad, sucky things befall you. Self-pity is a dead-end road. You make the choice to drive down it. It's up to you to decide to stay parked there or to turn around and drive out.

No matter what unjust, sad, sucky things have befallen you. Self-pity is a dead-end road. You

Self-pity is a dead-end road. You make the choice to drive down it. It's up to you to decide to stay parked there or to turn around and drive out.

It's the threadbare cape you've wrapped around yourself composed of self-pitying half truth. And it absolutely will not serve you.

You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself. I don't say this as a condemnation—I need regular reminders to stop feeling sorry for myself too.