Amiri Baraka Quotes

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

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.

…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.

Remember the pain?' thought Artemis. I hate myself. I really do.

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

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.

Affliction hardens and discourages us because, like a red hot iron, it stamps the soul to its very depths with the scorn, the disgust, and even the self-hatred and sense of guilt that crime logically should produce but actually does not.

The hatred you're carrying is a live coal in your heart - far more damaging to yourself than to them.

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.

There are materials enough in every man's mind to make a hell there.

If you have rage and righteously act it out and blame it all on others, it's really you who suffers. The other people and the environment suffer also, but you suffer more because you're being eaten up inside with rage, causing you to hate yourself more and more

The only person we'll hate more than each other is ourselves.

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

He was outwardly calm but inwardly bleeding to death.

Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was "broken.

You know why you hate me so much, Jeffery? Because I look the way you feel.

it was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

One thing you can't hide - is when you're crippled inside.

Neurotic quarrels always have the same theme-song: Hate me and get it over with.

My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.

Hatred makes me energetic, but confused.

The words went round and round and round in my mind and my body, until I knew they were no longer my words but something that had been carved into my heart. And now my soul was crying.

You have so much pain inside yourself that you try & hurt yourself on the outside because you want help.