Jean-Paul Sartre 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 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.

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.

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.

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'm a gross human being.

…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.

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.

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

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

Shame is the shadow of love.

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

I grieve and dare not show my discontent, I love and yet am forced to seem to hate, I do, yet dare not say I ever meant, I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate. I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned, Since from myself another self I turned. My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.

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

This means nothing,” she said. “Less than nothing,” he lied. “I’ll hate myself later.” “I hate myself now.

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

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

I hated myself for so many reasons, and I thought so many things were my fault that happened to me growing up.

If I do something stupid, which is pretty much the whole time, I hate it. I just hate it.

What is most difficult is when the large part of me that is a narcissist grows weary and is overtaken by the self-loathing part that always lurks in the shadows waiting for an opportunity to shine.

I would be going until I went over the bounds of reality and was then caught up in a profound wish to be dead without having to go through the shaming defeat of suicide.

An angry father is most cruel towards himself.

When we're obsessed with someone, it's never about them. It's about us hating ourselves. And that's generally the tone of a lot of my videos, which is this desperate character who's overcompensating with being super happy. But she's broken.