Saul Bellow Quotes

A foolishness is inflicted with a hatred of itself.

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

The self-hatred that destroys is the waste of unfulfilled promise.

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.

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

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

Hatred is like a long, dark shadow. Not even the person it falls upon knows where it comes from, in most cases. It is like a two-edged sword. When you cut the other person, you cut yourself. The more violently you hack at the other person, the more violently you hack at yourself. It can often be fatal. But it is not easy to dispose of. Please be careful, Mr.Okada. It is very dangerous. Once it has taken root in your heart, hatred is the most difficult think in the world to shake off.

Often does hatred hurt itself.

I’ve blamed her for all of this, for leaving, for ruining me. And maybe that was the seed of it, but from that one little seed grew this tumor of a flowering plant. And I’m the one who nurtures it. I water it. I care for it.I nibble from its poison berries. I let it wrap around my neck, choking the air right out of me. I’ve done that. All by myself. All to myself.

My heart was broken and my head was just barely inhabitable

When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves.

…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.

Delia's arms were inscribed with a grid of self- inflicted wounds, an intricate text of self-loathing

The hatred you're carrying is a live coal in your heart - far more damaging to yourself than to them.

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.

A heart weighs more when it splits in two; it crashes in the chest like a broken plane.

My heart's broken,' he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken.

The violence done us by others is often less painful than that which we do to ourselves.

Hatred is always self hatred, and there is something suicidal about it.

Humans punish themselves endlessly for not being what they believe they should be. They become very self-abusive, and they use other people to abuse themselves as well.

I close my eyes and I take a deep breath and I think about my life and how I ended up this way. I think about the ruin, devastation and wreckage I have caused to myself and to others. I think about self-hatred and self-loathing. I think about how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.

Once, during the drinking phase, Wendy had accused him of desiring his own destruction but not possessing the necessary moral fiber to support a full-blown deathwish. So he manufactured ways in which other people could do it, lopping a piece at a time off himself and their family.

Broken hearts are for assholes, are you an asshole?

My heart is its own grave!