A hurtful act is the transference to others of the degradation which we bear in ourselves.
The phrase, the world wants to be deceived, has become truer than had ever been intended. People are not only, as the saying goes, falling for the swindle; if it guarantees them even the most fleeting gratification they desire a deception which is nonetheless transparent to them. They force their eyes shut and voice approval, in a kind of self-loathing, for what is meted out to them, knowing fully the purpose for which it is manufactured. Without admitting it they sense that their lives would be completely intolerable as soon as they no longer clung to satisfactions which are none at all.
I'm self-loathing, introverted, and neurotic.
An individual in despair despairs over something. . . . In despairing over something, he really despair[s] over himself, and now he wants to get rid of himself. Consequently, to despair over something is still not despair proper. . . . To despair over oneself, in despair to will to be rid of oneself-this is the formula for all despair.
You can't build joy on a feeling of self-loathing.
To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could.
Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was "broken.
I'll never be happy. I believe I'll die alone. I would want it that way. I've been a loner all my life with my secrets and my pain. I'm really lost, but I'm trying to find myself. I'm really a sad, pathetic case. My whole life has been a waste. I've been a failure. I just want to escape.
Someone who hates one group will end up hating everyone - and, ultimately, hating himself or herself.
Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.
What is the greatest thing ye can experience? It is the hour of great contempt. The hour in which even your happiness becometh loathsome unto you, and so also your reason and virtue.
I live in a puddle of guilt, an ocean of guilt that you want your own time.
I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?
The regrets of yesterday and the fear of tomorrow can kill you.
It's really hard to foster self-love; it really is. I think a lot of people who claim that they do have a definite lack of self-loathing are either lying or just in a place that I don't relate to.
I'm not bamboozled by the fact that people are disgusted by me. I'm not my biggest fan either.
it was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.
Feeling sorry for yourself, and your present condition, is not only a waste of energy but the worst habit you could possibly have.
…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.
Why are you lying awake, thinking that you're a terrible person? To keep my mind occupied when I can't sleep. Some people count sheep. I self-loathe.
All men hate the wretched; how, then, must I be hated, who am miserable beyond all living things! Yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou are bound by ties only dissoluble by the annihilation of one of us.
I hate the human race. Of course, therefore, I hate myself the most, because I am the least of the human race.
I was tormented with guilt for years and years. In fact, it was so bad that if I didn't feel wrong, I didn't feel right!
…it was the nature of man, when told that he should be shunned and despised and condemned as the cause of all the vice and misery and crime in the land, to retreat within himself, close all the avenues to his head and his heart.
This was Lincoln’s first anti—slavery speech and it was memorable.
I feel bad for everyone I've gone out with.