Alain de Botton Quotes

I had such intense self-loathing for so long.

When you're in that scene, you really wonder if this is all you're ever going to be. You know how vile and filthy you are inside.

I hated myself for so many reasons, and I thought so many things were my fault that happened to me growing up.

My vigor, vitality and cheek repel me. I am the kind of woman I would run from.

I do feel like I'm a little too much of a bummer sometimes.

I think I have a great deal of self-hatred, a profound feeling of fraudulence, of being detestable and evil. It's only a part of me, but it's there, and it's active.

I hate myself and my face in particular.

I'm stupid, I'm ugly, I'm dumb, I smell. Did I mention I'm stupid?

I have trouble keeping a lid on the self-hatred.

Sometimes it's hard not to feel really negative.

I don't like myself. I'm not vain at all. I hate looking at myself - I always think I look ugly. Honest.

If I were to search for the central core of difficulty in people as I have come to know them, it is that in the great majority of cases they despise themselves, regarding themselves as worthless and unlovable.

I promote my own self-hatred.

Westerners, more than most Asians, are prone to feelings of fear, self-hatred, and unworthiness.

I have no idea where my pathetic nature comes from. If I thought about it too long, it would depress me.

I didn't like anything about myself - my looks, my personality. I was very, very angry.

I lost my sense of trust, honesty and compassion. I crashed down and became what I consider an emotional mess. I've never been so miserable in my whole life. I just wanted to go to bed and never get up.

I don't think I am any good. If I thought I was any good, I wouldn't be.

My feelings about myself have been terrible.

I wake up some mornings hating me too.

The darkest moments for me weren't necessarily winding up in the hospital or anything like that. It was those quiet moments alone when I just hated the person I had become.

I wouldn't want anything to do with me.

I literally used to stare at my face in the mirror with hate and anger. I'd focus on those gigantic zits and just wail about what a monster I was, how I would never have a career because of my gross skin. I couldn't pass a mirror with out thinking about how hideous my skin was and how I wished I was someone else, someone with perfect skin.

I'm a gross human being.

I think so many people live their whole life in fear and doubt and shame.