Bill Cunningham Quotes

It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant.

You have no idea what a poor opinion I have of myself and how little I deserve it.

For so many years, I thought I wasn't good enough.

I don't think what I have to say is that important.

My whole life, I've felt like I didn't quite measure up.

When you're in that scene, you really wonder if this is all you're ever going to be. You know how vile and filthy you are inside.

Lazy doesn't exist. Lazy is a symptom of something else. The person who can't get up off their butt is just a person who's depressed. It's usually a pervasive lack of self-worth, or a feeling of helplessness.

I always thought everybody else was better than me.

My vigor, vitality and cheek repel me. I am the kind of woman I would run from.

I don't think I am any good. If I thought I was any good, I wouldn't be.

I don't feel I'm even worthy of a normal amount of value.

I have no skills. I'm bad at most things.

I grew up as a child who felt she was very inferior to everyone else.

I'm stupid, I'm ugly, I'm dumb, I smell. Did I mention I'm stupid?

I used to think I was stupid and slow.

It's very hard, feeling that you're no more than a piece of unwanted furniture in this world.

Boy, I feel more and more undeserving each moment !!

Nothing else loves me, or ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that is not a thing to love.

Oh, Mr. Thornton, I am not good enough!' 'Not good enough! Don't mock my own deep feeling of unworthiness.

She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.

I am not up to this. I am not capable. I thought I would be, but I'm not. Some part of me is missing, and I cannot do this.

If I were to search for the central core of difficulty in people as I have come to know them, it is that in the great majority of cases they despise themselves, regarding themselves as worthless and unlovable.

I am obsessed at nights with the idea of my own worthlessness, and if it were only to turn a light on to save my life I think I would not do it. These are the last footprints of a headache I suppose. Do you ever feel that? - like an old weed in a stream. What do you feel, lying in bed?

I am nothing, neither a chief nor a soldier.