Blaise Pascal Quotes

Once, in a dry season, I wrote in large letters across two pages of a notebook that innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself. Although now, some years later, I marvel that a mind on the outs with itself should have nonetheless made painstaking record of its every tremor, I recall with embarrassing clarity the flavor of those particular ashes. It was a matter of misplaced self-respect.

I'm curious by individuals that embrace half a story so they can justify how incomplete they feel about their own self worth.

Show me a sensible person who likes himself or herself! I know myself too well to like what I see. I know but too well that I'm not what I'd like to be.

Self-esteem and self-contempt have specific odors; they can be smelled.

Of all afflictions, the worst is self-contempt.

No one's busy thinking bad things about you. They're all too busy thinking bad things about themselves.

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

I don't like my voice. I don't like the way I look. I don't like the way I move. I don't like the way I act. I mean, period. So, you know, I don't like myself.

I'm hatin' my reflection, I walk around the house tryin' to fight mirrors, I can't stand what I look like

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.

When you look in the mirror and hate what you see, you need addictions to survive.

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

I never like the way I look. I don't. I never look at myself.

Who cares about my opinions?

It took me a long time not to judge myself through someone else's eyes.

I think I'm great. I mean, I might as well come out and say it. Like most people, I have an ego and I'm in show business, so you have to have kind of a healthy, conflagrated ego to a degree. On the other hand, I'm consumed, like a lot of people, with self-doubt and loathing and guilt.

Whoever despises himself nonetheless respects himself as one who despises.

Guilt is feeling bad about what you have done; shame is feeling bad about who you are - all it is, is muddling up things you have done with who you are.

As far as I'm concerned, I want to remain the mean little man I always was.

I wonder, 'Why did I do that line that way?' And I also constantly think I'm fat and hate my teeth. But I've gotten better over the years. I've started to accept.

If I'm honest I don't think the world would miss me if I never acted again.

You are no better than you should be.

Self-esteem, the kind that comes from finding the sweet spot between a healthy fondness for yourself and healthy self-skepticism, tends to get harder to come by the older we get.

When I look in the mirror, I never see a handsome chap or the person people think I am.