Gillian Flynn Quotes

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

Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.

I have a list a mile long of faults that sometimes bring me to my knees in self-hatred.

No one wants to spend too long inside their own darkness.

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

Goddamn, sometimes it hurt to be free.

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.

Even then, it hurt. The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt. It always felt like I was waking up from the pain when something in the world outside of me suddenly required my comment or attention.

Nothing else loves me, or ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that is not a thing to love.

The abused children are alone with their suffering, not only within the family, but also within themselves. They cannot crate a place in their own soul where they could cry their beart out.

How many people have wanted to kill themselves, and have been content with tearing up their photograph!

Most self-laceration is more noisy than painful.

Somewhere in him, a shadow turned mournfully over. You had to run with a night like this so the sadness could not hurt

Anger simply shows that something in you is hurt, some wound is there.

Anger causes anguish to the souls of all of those who experience the feeling as well as to those who are the recipients of this emotional explosion.

Loathesome I am, and evil. You can mock me for that. But leave my pain alone!

I’m not a romantic, I’m a half-wit. Only stupid people would think I’m smart. I’m not something anyone should know. I’m a lunatic wandering around for scraps, I’m like every single miserable moron I’ve scorned and pretended I didn’t recognize. I’m all of them, every last ugly thing in a bad last-minute costume. I’m not different, not at all, not different from any other speck of a thing. I’m a blemished blemish, a ruined ruin, a stained wreck so failed I can’t see what I used to be.

Often when people are diagnosed with a life-changing medical condition, they feel overwhelmed. They feel choked by darkness and hopelessness. Those are times when answers simply do not suffice. That's because answers don't always reach the problem where it hurts: in the gut and in the heart.

Feel the wounded heart that's underneath the addiction, self-loathing, or anger.

Some of her self-hatred had oozed out with the blood.

This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.

Self-loathing is the silent hemorrhaging of the soul. You don't feel or see the life force fleeing until it's not longer there, and then, of course, it's too late.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.

Resentment slowly poisoned my blood and I laughed at myself and my absurd hopes.