Beth Moore Quotes

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 heat myself up over the fact that I am never going to be as good as I want to be.

I have a perfectionist mentality; I want things to be right. But I've had a little duel over the years with that mentality. Because it can inhibit you.

I'm in competition with myself and I'm losing.

It can get really messy inside my head, and it's usually just because everybody can get really self-centered at some point. And so what usually keeps me from quitting is that my reasons for quitting are just lame. I wouldn't want anybody else to talk to myself the way that I talk to myself.

I'm never happy with my performance.

I don't get along much with myself.

I get in my own head, and at the end of the day, I'm my biggest critic, and I'm my worst enemy, too.

When I was young, even though I received so much love, I used to pay attention to people who disliked me. That's why my lyrics were so sharp and dark.

I don't like being bad at anything.

Sometimes, I have to beat myself first in order to beat the other guy. And that sucks. I'm not gonna lie. But that's me.

Most women beat themselves up because they think they are not good enough at anything. All of those things just eat at you all the time.

I've always had that going on: "I can't," and then I do, so the voice says, "Well, that was an exception!" It's a tug-of-war between two voices: the one who knows she can and the one who's scared she can't.

But I'm not ready to stop listening to the screwed-up inner voice that's been ordering me around for a lifetime. My head thinks it can kill me... and go on living without me.

Anger punishes the bearer's heart. Who remains angry suffers most. For many, the search for perfection virtually guarantees it will be found, and disregarded in order to continue the search. Some mornings it just doesn't seem worth it to gnaw through the leather straps.

I think that, right now, I am travelling in many different directions in my mind, on where I wanted to be. So much is wantin' to go back, but I still gotta move forward. But I think it's just that I'm my worst critic at all times, you know? And when I make somethin', it may be five or ten cuts later before I actually call it what it is. I've always been that kind of artist. I'm gonna put myself through the sweat for it, because I think, as an artist, that's what made me iller, is the fact that I didn't wanna just put out anything and everything. It's just a process, you know what I mean?

My brain . . . it cannot process failure. It will not process failure. Because if I sit there and have to face myself and tell myself, 'You're a failure' . . . I think that's almost worse than death.

For a long time now, every meeting with another human being has been the reverberations after even the simplest conversation. But the deep collision is and has been with my unregenerate, tormenting and tormented self...I am unable to become what I see. I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful halt, "won't go".

I hate being wrong, and I hate when people give up.

I'm very hard on myself and I have too many issues.

I think that all bodies are beautiful in millions of different ways but I get down on myself too!

I promote my own self-hatred.

I just try to get out of my own way because if anyone is their own worst enemy, it's usually you.

Notice the difference between what happens when a man says to himself, I have failed three times, and what happens when he says, I am a failure.