McG Quotes

I hate everything I do. I hate my voice. I sound like a guy.

Self-hatred is worse than loneliness.

I didn't like anything about myself - my looks, my personality. I was very, very angry.

I find it painful and angering to look in a mirror.

As for despair, it comes about when I have been a fool and hate myself and despair of my personality. I am prone to gloom, but not depression as such.

I suffered from self hatred so much. It's like I didn't want to look like that any more. I didn't to feel like that any more. It had to be another way.

I literally used to stare at my face in the mirror with hate and anger. I'd focus on those gigantic zits and just wail about what a monster I was, how I would never have a career because of my gross skin. I couldn't pass a mirror with out thinking about how hideous my skin was and how I wished I was someone else, someone with perfect skin.

I hate myself and my face in particular.

Paul is an awful name. I might as well be Bob.

I was mortified by my parents - what they did, who they were, everything. I hated who I was. I hated everything, and I would live in a fantasy world and try to be different. But that's not a lot different, I think, than a lot of kids.

I had such intense self-loathing for so long.

Gymnastics was my worth - it was my life - and I hated myself.

The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.

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.

I have been a depressed person most of m life. I was always in the throes of self-hatred.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

At moments I dislike having a face, a nose, lips, because he has them.

I don't like myself. I'm not vain at all. I hate looking at myself - I always think I look ugly. Honest.

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.

A foolishness is inflicted with a hatred of itself.

I know that you cannot hate other people without hating yourself.

It's cold and it's mean spirited and I don't like it here anymore.

If I were to search for the central core of difficulty in people as I have come to know them, it is that in the great majority of cases they despise themselves, regarding themselves as worthless and unlovable.

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

I felt as I hadn't felt for ages. I had a foolish desire to burst into tears. for the first time I'd realized how all these people loathed me.