Erma Bombeck Quotes

I internalize everything, keep everything inside. I'm not used to spilling my guts, and when you have to do that on film to make a point, it's hard. It's rough. I don't think it's as easy as people think.

It's tough being me.

It's still difficult for me to watch my work.

I've made a lot of mistakes in my life. And I'm really sensitive, so I take even small mistakes as huge ones.

It's easier to shut yourself off outside than reveal your inner thoughts.

Every faculty and virtue I possess can be used as an instrument with which to worry myself.

All of my close friends are emotional train wrecks. This is what makes our lives interesting - constantly doubting ourselves, worrying, wondering if we've made a mistake. Could we have done better? Are we good people? Are we bad people?

It's really hard to watch yourself.

One thing I learned about that I always knew about myself - that I always been afraid of myself.

I've criticized myself over the years.

It's very difficult for me to talk about myself, it's not something I enjoy.

Your art is most alive and dangerous when you use it against yourself. That's why I pick at my scabs.

People say nice things about me but they don't know what's been going on between my ears.

We are never more discontented with others than when we are discontented with ourselves. The consciousness of wrong-doing makes us irritable, and our heart, in its cunning, quarrels with what is outside it, in order that it may deafen the clamor within.

I am always with myself, and it is I who am my tormentor.

Sometimes I have that kind of critical mind to myself as well. This is because there are times where I have to do things that I don't wish to.

If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

It's true/ I do imbue my blue unto myself/ I make it bitter.

When I woke the next morning in my room at White's Motel, I showered and stood naked in front of the mirror, watching myself solemnly brush my teeth. I tried to feel something like excitement but came up only with a morose unease. Every now and then I could see myself-truly see myself-and a sentence would come to me, thundering like a god into my head, and as I saw myself then in front of that tarnished mirror what came was 'the woman with the hole in her heart'. That was me.

I've always been just kind of consumed by my own thoughts.

I'm the one who has to look in the mirror, and after a while it begins to eat at you.

I always write about the things that haunt me, the questions I have.

I more fear what is within me than what comes from without.

The trouble that they see me in is a part of my life that I'm working on.

My mind has been both my best friend and my worst enemy.