Jon Richardson Quotes

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.

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

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

When Jared smiled, his teeth were stained with fresh scarlet. "Don't you hate me?" he demanded. "I'd hate me." "You just tried to drown yourself," Ash said. "You seem to hate yourself plenty already.

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.

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.

We can actually put the essence of neurosis in a single word: blaming - or damning.

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.

Shame is the shadow of love.

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

Do you absolutely despise me, Walter?" "No." He hesitated and his voice was strange. "I despise myself.

I think I have a great deal of self-hatred, a profound feeling of fraudulence, of being detestable and evil. It's only a part of me, but it's there, and it's active.

I was tormented with guilt for years and years. In fact, it was so bad that if I didn't feel wrong, I didn't feel right!

People have pain - they do regrettable things, they feel shame, and shame equals pain.

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

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

I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.

I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.

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.

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

Guilt is anger directed at ourselves.

When you are guilty, it is not your sins you hate but yourself.

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