Emilie Autumn Quotes

If I abuse myself daily, who can I love?

Love yourself instead of abusing yourself.

My mum has a lot of pain in her heart to where love is pain for her. But I teach my kids love is beautiful.

He was the boy that made mix tapes with themes and hand-colored covers until the day he hit my sister and stopped crying.

I grew up in a household where we didn't really talk about our feelings, and where the only reason you went to a doctor was because you'd accidentally cut off a limb with a chain saw.

Small sorrows speak great ones are silent.

He must love me, i thought, amazed. A faint whiff of nausea hit me at seeing pain as proof of love, but it seemed true. Unavoidable.

When you are with the wrong person, who doesn't really love you, all you want is to be adored. It makes you more inward and needy. Gross.

Anorexia taught me to love life and to realise that starving yourself to death is a bloody waste of time. It's awful, and it hurts so many people around you. It's a terribly selfish thing to do.

I've put up with more humiliation than I care to remember.

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.

I come from one of these hideous backgrounds where being sincere is like - ugh, you might as well kill yourself.

Every time I wake up, I see myself like somebody beat me up.

When I was younger, I was terrified to express anger because it would often kick-start a horrible reaction in the men in my life. So I bit my tongue. I was left to painstakingly deal with the aftermath of my avoidance later in life, in therapy or through the lyrics of my songs.

Actors fall into this trap if they missed being loved for who they really were and not for what they could do - sing, dance, joke about - then they take that as love.

In my sobriety, I have discovered that the people I love, and who hurt me, were sick like me.

There's the idea that love is supposed to hurt, but it really shouldn't hurt.

My relationship was always abusive, so I chose to not socialise much. People who knew me knew that what pain I was going through.

When a person only knows abuse, they shift their whole emotional and spiritual life into the context of that abuse. If all you've ever known is to be hurt by the one that pretends to love you, then many times you go to the one who hurts you for love.

I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.

It still hurts," she whispered. "Even when you're doing it for someone else, that doesn't stop your ribs from getting cracked, or your wrist swelling, or your cuts from bleeding.

I didn’t get her cutting at all. She’d done it sporadically, ever since the accident and it scared me each time. She'd try to explain it to me, how she didn't want to die—she just needed to get it out somehow. She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet—physical pain—was the only way to make the internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.

There are always suicides among people who are unable to say what they mean.

Insecurities are about as useful as trying to put the pin back in the grenade.