Sylvia Plath 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 loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

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.

Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.

The darkest moments for me weren't necessarily winding up in the hospital or anything like that. It was those quiet moments alone when I just hated the person I had become.

It doesn't matter how many people say 'well, everyone makes mistakes Ricky, you've had a great career you should be proud of yourself' but that doesn't mean much compared to what goes on between my ears.

I hate myself, that I cannot believe it so constantly and surely as I should; but no human creature can rightly know how mercifully God is inclined toward those that steadfastly believe in Christ.

I argue with myself, get mad at myself, throw myself around the room and then apologize to myself.

Of course he was a part of what I hated about myself. Everything was a part of what I hated about myself. It wasn't really personal.

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

The self is hateful.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

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.

Of all afflictions, the worst is self-contempt.

I think I'm much less self confident today. I actually went through a quite painful period because of that thinking that I was completely hopeless. But I think that's something that we all go through at various times of our lives and it was quite a sustained thing with me.

I've always been at war with myself, for right or wrong. I don't know how to explain it more. It's universal. Some people are better at dealing with it, and they sleep with no pain - not pain, arguments. I've grown quite comfortable with being at war.

I don't get along much with myself.

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

I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.

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.

Having got into bed and turned out the light, I quietly burst into tears because I am not a good person. As they came and went for some minutes, I was concerned with the words following 'because' in the previous sentence, rewriting them over and over in my head until they seemed to be as close to the truth as it was possible for me to make them.

...you are battered and bruised in the collisions between reminiscence and reality.

I'm a horrible person. And it's just coming out in my work.