Self-Injury Quotes

I mean, if you want to hurt yourself, go ahead. It's like, if you want to jack off, go ahead, just don't 'spoo' on a public bus or something . Do whatever you want to do. Just don't get it in somebody else's face.

They do not carry arms nor are they acquainted with them, because I showed them swords and they took them by the edge and through ignorance cut themselves. They have no iron.

It was that summer, too, that I began the cutting, and was almost as devoted to it as my newfound loveliness. I adored tending to myself, wiping a shallow red pool of my blood away with a damp washcloth to magically reveal, just above my naval: queasy. Applying alcohol with dabs of a cottonball, wispy shreds sticking to the bloody lines of: perky. I had a dirty streak my senior year, which I later rectified.

Cutting, and suicide, two very different symptoms of the same problem, are gaining on us. I personally don't know a single person who doesn't know at least two of these victims personally.

For those who need a name, there's a gift basket of medical terms. All I know is cutting made me feel safe. It was proof. Thoughts and words, captured where I could see them and track them. The truth, stinging, on my skin, in a freakish shorthand. Tell me you're going to the doctor, and I'll want to cut worrisome on my arm. Say you've fallen in love and I buzz the outlines of tragic over my breast. I hadn't necessarily wanted to be cured.

You can't think decently if you're not willing to hurt yourself

Tell me that you don’t take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down.

Often does hatred hurt itself.

I have a suicide impulse.

The sinner sins against himself; the wrongdoer wrongs himself, becoming the worse by his own action.

Most self-laceration is more noisy than painful.

When I was younger, I did self-mutilate. I'd be upset, so I'd do it, & it would calm me down. It's a horrible way to feel better. But there are two parts of your brain - one that really wants to destroy the other. & sometimes the idea of self-destruction is very romantic. I got over that.

No person or thing hurting you is worth you hurting yourself

Then why don't you go and ---- yourself.

Don't cut off your nose yourself.

Hatred is always self hatred, and there is something suicidal about it.

Self-destruction would be a brief, almost autoerotic free-fall into a great velvet darkness

A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

Nobody abuses us more than we abuse ourselves.

I wouldn't say that cutting was pleasurable, but there is a sense of euphoria that follows cutting yourself. The quick pinch of pain and the sight of blood snaps you back to the surface and you start to appreciate being alive.

One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.

I suppose it’s comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse things to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.

I read in the paper that I'd slashed my wrists. But I didn't.

Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me.

I kill myself for my body.