Ani DiFranco Quotes

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.

…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.

At 9:10 I'm going to be filled with self-hatred.

At least I hate myself as much as I hate anybody else.

I promote my own self-hatred.

I think the main thing I remembered throughout all of filming it was just that she just was extremely self-destructive. I think everybody can relate to that a little bit. She doesn't like herself.

The worst bullies you will ever encounter in your life are your own thoughts.

What is most difficult is when the large part of me that is a narcissist grows weary and is overtaken by the self-loathing part that always lurks in the shadows waiting for an opportunity to shine.

I don't know - sometimes I catch myself being dark, and it's annoying. I think, 'Get over it.' I bore myself. But sometimes, like everybody, I'm sure I am obsessive.

I am my own worst enemy. My friends and family will say, 'You've got everything going for you right now', and I say, 'Oh yes, but!' Which is not a good way to be.

I wake up some mornings hating me too.

It can get really messy inside my head, and it's usually just because everybody can get really self-centered at some point. And so what usually keeps me from quitting is that my reasons for quitting are just lame. I wouldn't want anybody else to talk to myself the way that I talk to myself.

I hate myself and my face in particular.

I am the cause of all my upsets. I am my worst enemy.

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

We all have dark shadows in our self that come out every now and then.

I suffer from anxiety, moments of depression. I'm in my head so much, and I'm thinking so much, I'm playing a tug-of-war within my mind.

I needed to turn off the negative voice in my head - I was psyching myself out.

How I hated the dark part of me that continually foretold of failure or futility.

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.

At sometime in our lives a devil dwells within us, causes heartbreaks, confusion and troubles, then dies.

I know very well that I have no reason to feel aggrieved - I am fully aware of how lucky I am, but knowing it and still being down makes me hate myself all the more.

I'm hatin' my reflection, I walk around the house tryin' to fight mirrors, I can't stand what I look like

Maybe we all have a dark place inside of us, a place where dark thoughts and darker dreams live, but it doesn't have to become who we are.

When I look in the mirror in the morning, I want to take a swing at me.