Nicole Polizzi Quotes

I've done dumb things.

I've made far too many mistakes. That's the way I feel.

I have a list a mile long of faults that sometimes bring me to my knees in self-hatred.

There are times when you throw an interception and you're beating yourself up.

Shakespeare had found language for the agony of living with one's own mistakes. There were words for finding yourself isolated with your failures. Phrases for discovering that you were wrong, all, all wrong, wrong, wrong.

I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.

Well, I screwed it up real good, didn't I?

I feel very bad about getting things wrong.

Most of the gaffes I've made have not been funny - they've been stupid.

I still spend my time feeling sorry for myself and making serious mistakes.

I constantly say things that I regret. I mortify myself constantly.

I think I have a great deal of self-hatred, a profound feeling of fraudulence, of being detestable and evil. It's only a part of me, but it's there, and it's active.

I have a past of making a fool of myself.

You can imagine my embarrassment when I killed the wrong guy.

I felt that I ostracized myself by my behavior, by the past, by living with all the regrets of my mistakes, that I sort of wore a hair shirt and beat myself up most of the day thinking and regretting why did I make such a mistake? Why have I made so many mistakes?

I put my foot in my mouth sometimes. I'll be the first to admit it.

It wasn't my finest hour. It wasn't even my finest hour and a half.

I'm vaguely embarrassed by myself sometimes.

Any time I screw up I feel bad about it.

I thought I was horrible and really mean on 'Total Divas.'

I'm a bad person.

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.

As a youth, I hated myself for not being good enough. All my inadequacies and failures, not being kind enough, generous or understanding enough, would assail me at night. It became a habit to be guilty and self castigating, not liking myself because I was unworthy... I really tortured myself.

Now I know what it is like to feel like a total idiot.

I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.