Millicent Fenwick Quotes

Self pity is the worst possible emotion anyone can have. And the most destructive. It is, to slightly paraphrase what Wilde said about hatred, and I think actually hatred's a subset of self pity and not the other way around - 'It destroys everything around it, except itself.'

Hatred, in the course of time, kills the unhappy wretch who delights in nursing it in his bosom.

If you're not careful, you can fall into a destructive cycle of self-pity.

Hatred is nothing but a form of cancer, and it will eat you up.

Self pity is easily the most destructive of the non-pharmaceutical narcotics; it is addictive, gives momentary pleasure and separates the victim from reality.

Anger is self-immolation.

Then she told herself to stop her nonsense. If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them, more easily each time, so easily, soon, that you did not even realize you had gone out searching. Women alone often developed into experts at the practice. She must never join their dismal league.

Self-pity is a sin. It is a form of living suicide.

The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.

Self-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

There are seeds of self-destruction in all of us that will bear only unhappiness if allowed to grow.

Spare yourselves from the indulgence of self-pity. It is always self-defeating. Subdue the negative and emphasize the positive.

Men become cannibals of their own hearts; remorse, regret, and restless impatience usurp the place of more wholesome feeling: every thing seems better than that which is.

Guilt stirs me, but only to self-pity.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

All depression has its roots in self-pity, and all self-pity is rooted in people taking themselves too seriously.

If you allow your mind to carp at all and sundry, it will turn against itself: the majority of our sorrows are self-inflicted.

If one lets fear or hate or anger take possession of the mind, they become self-forged chains.

Jealousy ... is an affliction of the spirit which, unlike some sins of the flesh, gives no one any pleasure.

Hate smolders and eventually destroys, not the hated but the hater.

No one will love you more than you love your pain.

When the beginnings of self destruction enter the heart, it seems no bigger than a grain of sand.