Susan Glaspell Quotes

I'm not a tortured soul.

Self-righteousness is a loud din raised to drown the voice of guilt within us.

By choosing not to allow parts of ourselves to exist, we are forced to expend huge amounts of psychic energy to keep them beneath the surface.

I don't know why, but there's always the part of you, the part that hides in the shadows protecting the self-destruct button, that doesn't ever want to leave the dark behind.

If you're going to maintain any kind of self-respect, you're going to have to keep secrets from yourself.

Sometimes people need to lie to themselves most of all.

The worst of all deceptions is self-deception.

The beginning of suffering is often a refusal to look at the situation as it really is.

Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.

The convent is supreme egotism resulting in supreme self-denial.

The instinct for self-deception in human beings makes them try to banish from their minds dangers of which at bottom they are perfectly aware by declaring them non-existent.

The endless, agonizing recycling of what might have been, soon followed by a litany of rationalizations and self-deceptions as you struggle to reconcile the void between the person you want to be and the person you fear you are.

I don't use the accident - 'cause I deny the accident

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names. It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.

he was trying to convince himself that he wasn't guilty.

Your enemy is your own self in a different uniform.

I am never more myself than in my self-betrayals.

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 lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

All unhappiness is due to the ego. With it comes all your trouble. If you would deny the ego and scorch it by ignoring it you would be free.

You can’t force yourself to trust. So you put all your doubts in a little box and bury it deep and then try to forget where you buried it

jealousy is the direct result of self-betrayal.

The heart lies to itself because it must.

If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.