Tryon Edwards Quotes

The quickest way to take the starch out of someone who is always blaming himself is to agree with him.

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel no one else has a right to blame us.

Man only blames himself in order that he may be praised.

You feign guilt in order to justify yourself.

An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie, for an excuse is a lie guarded.

I beat myself a little bit too much sometimes. When you beat yourself a little bit too much, there's little things that make you miserable.

There is luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel no one else has a right to blame us.

I didn't have anything to apologize for.

Much of the time, the things we feel guilty about are not our issues. Another person behaves inappropriately or in some way violates our boundaries. We challenge the behavior, and the person gets angry and defensive. Then we feel guilty.

People striving for approval from others become phony.

I've always been looking for other people's approval.

A reproach can only hurt if it hits the mark. Whoever knows that he does not deserve a reproach can treat it with contempt.

Nobody's wrong but England – and England's always wrong, Too late – or else too early – too soft – or else too strong. And when for once the wide world begins to praise her name Her own sons crowd and hurry to shout her back to shame.

I find myself saying 'sorry' for things I shouldn't be sorry for, haha.

I am not irresponsible.

It's very tempting, when somebody says they like this about you, to want to do that over and over.

I think I beat myself up more than anyone else.

I was that guy who you point the finger at, but I was fine with it. I could take it.

Error is always talkative.

You should know," said Estella. "I am what you have made me. Take all the praise, take all the blame; take all the success, take all the failure; in short, take me.

Error is ever talkative.

As a youth, I hated myself for not being good enough. All my inadequacies and failures, not being kind enough, generous or understanding enough, would assail me at night. It became a habit to be guilty and self castigating, not liking myself because I was unworthy... I really tortured myself.

You made her apologize for sickness. For her courage. You made her feel sorry for dying.

If you live for people’s acceptance you will die from their rejection.

"What for?" I said. "What for, Tante Lou? He treated me the same way he treated her. He wants me to feel guilty, just as he wants her to feel guilty. Well, I'm not feeling guilty, Tante Lou. I didn't put him there. I do everything I know how to do to keep people like him from going there. He's not going to make me feel guilty."