Martha Beck Quotes

Self-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

Hatred is self-punishment.

There is a stage in any misery when the victim begins to find a deep satisfaction in it.

When the beginnings of self destruction enter the heart, it seems no bigger than a grain of sand.

Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? ...Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.

Self-pity - it's the only pity that counts.

If the storm within gets too loud, I take a glass too much to stun myself.

Self-pity is a sin. It is a form of living suicide.

Self-pity is the simplest luxury.

Well, I did know - but I just wanted the day to pass and the next day to come and then I wanted that one to pass. It was a horrible cycle. I felt so close to having to pack the game in.

Men are much oftener thrown on their knees by the melancholy than by the agreeable passions.

If you're not careful, you can fall into a destructive cycle of self-pity.

Issues deals with the issues I had, the fears I had and it isn't a 'nice' album but fears and depressions are not particularly nice.

If it weren't the problem of politics for me, it would be another. And yet, sometimes it's so difficult. And I feel sorry for myself. And then hate myself for this feeling of self-pity.

I wake up some mornings hating me too.

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

In the past I'd lose and not talk for a few days. I'd become strange. Difficult to live with.

I grew up with lots of anger, frustration, and violence in my heart.

Most anger stems from feelings of weakness, sadness and fear: hard to remember when one is at the receiving end of its defiant roar.

I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

Sorrow and frustration have their power. The world is moved by people with great discontents. Happiness is a drug. It can make men blind and deaf and insensible to reality. There are times when only sorrow can give to sorrow.

To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could.

Self pity is the worst possible emotion anyone can have. And the most destructive. It is, to slightly paraphrase what Wilde said about hatred, and I think actually hatred's a subset of self pity and not the other way around - 'It destroys everything around it, except itself.'

“Do you take pride in your hurt?” Samuel asked. “Does it make you seem large and tragic?” “I don't know.” “Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.”

Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.