Charles J. Shields 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.'

I think my music's more disturbing than Tupac's - or at least I thought some of the themes of 'The Downward Spiral' were more disturbing on a deeper level - you know, issues about suicide and hating yourself and God and people and everything else.

There was three or four years of my life where I hated myself and you know, would have quite happily ended it.

No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.

Sometimes I only succeed in beating myself to death.

Nine men in ten are would be suicides.

The counterpart of the suicide is the seeker; but the difference between them is slight.

I never hurt anybody; I only hurt myself and my family. I never did anything mean to anybody, I was just mean to myself.

From January to December of 2019, I crumbled, to be real, and I think by the end of 2019 I had beaten myself up in every possible way to the point where I wasn't even a person. I was fully at rock bottom.

I pull my lower lip all the way in between my teeth. If I try hard enough, maybe I can gobble my whole self this way.... I didn't try hard enough to swallow myself.

Nobody abuses us more than we abuse ourselves.

Despair is the absolute extreme of self-love. It is reached when a person deliberately turns his back on all help from anyone else in order to taste the rotten luxury of knowing himself to be lost

I am not even alive enough to know how to kill myself

Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.

Most self-laceration is more noisy than painful.

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

Self-pity - it's the only pity that counts.

Each way to suicide is its own: intensely private, unknowable, and terrible. Suicide will have seemed to its perpetrator the last and best of bad possibilities, and any attempt by the living to chart this final terrain of life can be only a sketch, maddeningly incomplete

Nobody's trying to kill you, Deirdre. You're killing yourself.

I suppose it’s comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse things to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.

Self pity is a disease which does not kill but corrodes.

Self-pity is the simplest luxury.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

Every day I think, 'Can I commit?' I think I can and that I will.

That's the thing about suicide. Try as you might to remember how a person lived his life, you always end up thinking about how he ended it.