Quotes About Self-pity

Ne kadar ac?yorum kendime; bu yüzden ba?kalar?na ac?maya f?rsat bulam?yorum. Bütün ac?mam? kendime harcad?m.

Each day is a special gift from God, and while life may not always be fair, you must never allow the pains, hurdles, and handicaps of the moment to poison your attitude and plans for yourself and your future. You can never win when you wear the ugly cloak of self-pity, and the sour sound of whining will certainly frighten away any opportunity for success. Never again. There is a better way.

Oh, I too am a wretched man. Nobody in this world wants to be my friend. And here I am proud to have caught one single fool like you.

No sin is worse than the sin of self-pity, because it obliterates God and puts self-interest upon the throne.

Looking for justice is actually a sign that we have been diverted from our devotion to Him. Never look for justice in this world, but never cease to give it. If we look for justice, we will only begin to complain and to indulge ourselves in the discontent of self-pity, as if to say, "Why should I be treated like this?

Self-pity, while it should be accorded due respect, is the greatest of all acids to the human soul.

Feeling sorry for yourself is a universal solvent of salvation.

undeserved guilt is just another form of indulgent self-pity.

allow the offending person to "make" them feel bad today. Such situations result in self pity, an emotion with absolutely no redeeming social value, but which obviously feels good, at least for a brief interval, or it wouldn't be so popular.

Anita, she won't take responsibility for her actions and complains that she's always the "victim.

The fresh, pointed stab of living in the moment that shame can bring. Everything else fades away, no more boredom, no more doubt, no more worrying about the future, the past...just a drenching in self pity and the now. In that moment, everything was about me and my wrongness. It's sort of a baptism, when the floodgates of regret let loose.

What will you do now?" "Live until it gives me away, of course. And drink only the best champagne. There's not time for anything else." His face was delicate and sensitive-looking, like a well-bred cat's. He also had rich brown eyes that seemed to want to laugh at the idea of sadness or self-pity.

The poem seemed to be about how naturally dignified animals are and how their lives make more sense than those of humans, which are cluttered with greed and self-pity and talk of a distant God.

I'm the son of Yancy and Nita Allen, but more importantly, I'm a child of God. I realized that none of the rest of it was that important. Most days, that's enough. Sometimes I still fall into that trap of feeling sorry for myself, but it doesn't last long.