Mary Tyler Moore Quotes

Hatred is self-punishment.

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

I have trouble keeping a lid on the self-hatred.

Men become cannibals of their own hearts; remorse, regret, and restless impatience usurp the place of more wholesome feeling: every thing seems better than that which is.

Self-hatred is worse than loneliness.

so your father told you once that you were his princess you won't see the castle you cannot find your prince and now you've grown a lot and your dress don't fit right your daddy's not a hero he stole your chariot so here you are in pieces trying to prove to us it's real the softness of your smile and the lies you want to feel the scales beneath your skin are showing off today there's evil in your heart and it wants out to play there's evil in your heart and it wants out to play there's evil in your heart and I have made a home here for me you'll burn it down with your fantasy

Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you.

Last time I really got to know myself it turned out there was a whole gang of bitches in there to deal with. I felt like the receptionist at a rehab center. They all had nice tits though, I gotta say.

My thoughts, I guess, are bitter; who but the bitter have thoughts?

Resentment or grudges do no harm to the person against whom you hold these feelings but every day and every night of your life, they are eating at you.

Discouragement is simply the despair of wounded self-love.

Guilt is really the reverse side of the coin of pride. Guilt aims at self-destruction, and pride aims at the destruction of others.

There were moments when I hated everybody I came across, innocent or guilty, and looked at them as thieves who were robbing me of my life with impunity. The most unbearable misfortune is when you yourself become unjust, malignant, vile; you realize it, you even reproach yourself - but you just can't help it.

As every man is hunted by his own daemon, vexed by his own disease, this checks all his activity.

I really believe that all of us have a lot of darkness in our souls. Anger, rage, fear, sadness. I don't think that's only reserved for people who have horrible upbringings. I think it really exists and is part of the human condition. I think in the course of your life you figure out ways to deal with that.

That's your best friend and your worst enemy - your own brain.

I've always been at war with myself, for right or wrong.

You are in the back of your head somewhere and you want to close your eyes and go away.

I hated myself for so many reasons, and I thought so many things were my fault that happened to me growing up.

I still got the nasty in me.

When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves.

I was an angry kid.

Depression is rage spread thin.

I have no desire to look at myself.