Natsuo Kirino Quotes

I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean toward the opposite.

Self-rejection is the biggest sin that you can commit.

Who’s gonna make you happy when you’re your own worst enemy?

For a long time now, every meeting with another human being has been the reverberations after even the simplest conversation. But the deep collision is and has been with my unregenerate, tormenting and tormented self...I am unable to become what I see. I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful halt, "won't go".

Self-loathing doesn't keep me from being happy. But that doesn't mean I don't struggle.

Give me life, give me pain, give me myself again.

I will never be able to fix myself enough to the point I like myself, so I just jumped to the point where I said, 'I like myself as I am.'

I think I'm much less self confident today. I actually went through a quite painful period because of that thinking that I was completely hopeless. But I think that's something that we all go through at various times of our lives and it was quite a sustained thing with me.

Everybody has their demons that they face, and I went through a time when I thought it was impossible to love myself.

Being down makes you think who you are.

You can't become what you aren't, or you will start feeling awful about yourself.

I don't get along much with myself.

You simply have to accept that your demons are a part of you.

Loving and accepting ourselves are the ultimate acts of courage.

I can't do that to myself...

There are many ways that we hurt ourselves when we don't like who we are.

In the antiseptic world we try to purge ourselves of difficult things. Don't dwell on it, switch off the light and go home. But this is home. I have to be a home to myself. I am the place I come back to and I can't keep hiding difficult things in trunks. Soon the house will be full of trunks and I perched on top of them with the phone saying, "Yes, I'm fine, of course, I'm fine, everything's fine." The trunks shudder.

The wounded heart learns self-love by first overcoming low self-esteem.

Once, in a dry season, I wrote in large letters across two pages of a notebook that innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself. Although now, some years later, I marvel that a mind on the outs with itself should have nonetheless made painstaking record of its every tremor, I recall with embarrassing clarity the flavor of those particular ashes. It was a matter of misplaced self-respect.

I don't hate myself, as a general rule. I'd say the best way to describe it is that I have moments of self-loathing at fairly regular intervals.

Nobody could ever say as many terrible things to me as I say to myself.

Never feel this bad again. Never come back to this place, where only a knife will do. Live a gentle and kind life. Don't do things that make you want to hurt yourself.

Self-love, in a well-regulated breast, is as the steward of the household, superintending the expenditure, and seeing that benevolence herself should be prudential, in order to be permanent, by providing that the reservoir which feeds should also be fed.

The biggest parts of healing and making myself whole is to accept all of the many parts of myself.

If I abuse myself daily, who can I love?