George Orwell Quotes

We crucify ourselves between two thieves: regret for yesterday and fear of tomorrow.

Every man is his own hell.

I think I beat myself up more than anyone else.

Fear and Guilt are the only enemies of man.

As a youth, I hated myself for not being good enough. All my inadequacies and failures, not being kind enough, generous or understanding enough, would assail me at night. It became a habit to be guilty and self castigating, not liking myself because I was unworthy... I really tortured myself.

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

Having got into bed and turned out the light, I quietly burst into tears because I am not a good person. As they came and went for some minutes, I was concerned with the words following 'because' in the previous sentence, rewriting them over and over in my head until they seemed to be as close to the truth as it was possible for me to make them.

You'll say I'm self-destructive I constructed all this tragedy. Go tell them all it's all my fault You'll tell them I was crazy . And anyway it's over now Nothing left to say.

Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was "broken.

Clearly something had gone wrong, badly, only I wasn't quite sure what—apart from knowing that I was responsible somehow, in the generalized miasma of shame and unworthiness and being-a-burden that never quite left me.

Profound, bottomless self-doubt - it has no value - what's the point? In a way, it takes up as much time as anything else.

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

It was the emotion I hated the most of all emotions, shame.

We gather our arms full of guilt as though it were precious stuff. It must be that we want it that way.

I’ve blamed her for all of this, for leaving, for ruining me. And maybe that was the seed of it, but from that one little seed grew this tumor of a flowering plant. And I’m the one who nurtures it. I water it. I care for it.I nibble from its poison berries. I let it wrap around my neck, choking the air right out of me. I’ve done that. All by myself. All to myself.

Alone in my room, wrapped in a blanket, I whimpered and talked aloud to myself, recalling the lost glory of my youth when I considered myself, and was considered by others, a bright and capable person. It seemed that was all gone now.

Is there any stab as deep as wondering where and how much you failed those you loved.

beware of your most implacable enemy-yourself.

The pain of not knowing what to do was exceeded only by that of knowing what I had done.

Too often, I have not been what I wanted to be; I've succumbed to pressures. Yes, I have. The things I've done that I liked, I've always done against advice.

There's so much guilt there attached to having a perfectly good life.

I have these accidents, these mistakes, these self-inflicted wounds, and then I tear my head to shreds about it for days.

You can sell millions of records, be showered with all this love and admiration and still feel despised and unwanted. That's what I felt. I've made a lot of mistakes I'm not proud of.

Man has no greater enemy than himself.