Gena Showalter Quotes

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.

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.

…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.

I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.

I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.

It was the emotion I hated the most of all emotions, shame.

Remember the pain?' thought Artemis. I hate myself. I really do.

When Jared smiled, his teeth were stained with fresh scarlet. "Don't you hate me?" he demanded. "I'd hate me." "You just tried to drown yourself," Ash said. "You seem to hate yourself plenty already.

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

The darkest moments for me weren't necessarily winding up in the hospital or anything like that. It was those quiet moments alone when I just hated the person I had become.

I had such intense self-loathing for so long.

I was so ashamed of it that I would spend hours in the shower crying and trying to wash my skin off.

It figures you've got to hate yourself if you've got any integrity at all.

I hate myself, and I want to die

There was a sentence in your letter that struck me, “I wish I were far away from everything, I am the cause of all, and bring only sorrow to everybody, I alone have brought all this misery on myself and others.” These words struck me because that same feeling, just the same, not more nor less, is also on my conscience.

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.

I know that I brought this all on myself. I know that I deserve this. I'd do anything not to be this way. I'd do anything to make it up to everyone. And to not have to see a psychiatrist, who explains to me about being "passive aggressive.

it was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.

Do you absolutely despise me, Walter?" "No." He hesitated and his voice was strange. "I despise myself.

I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if creeping into this world, I had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity.

When you are guilty, it is not your sins you hate but yourself.

I'm ashamed of what I did.

I mean, I felt terrible. And in the beginning, I mean, I was completely devastated. I mean, can you imagine the kind of guilt that you would feel, and the responsibility?