Henri Frederic Amiel Quotes

It was completely fruitless to quarrel with the world, whereas the quarrel with oneself was occasionally fruitful and always, she had to admit, interesting.

I'm the one who has to look in the mirror, and after a while it begins to eat at you.

I have no desire to look at myself.

I am a spy in the house of me. I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me. I am somewhat nonplused by the event that is my life.

Introspection! I hate it!

It's really hard to watch yourself.

Every one speaks well of his own heart, but no one dares speak well of his own mind.

The more defensive and angry I get, the more I later discover those feelings are usually just projections of feelings I am having towards myself.

I've criticized myself over the years.

I am always with myself, and it is I who am my tormentor.

Of course he was a part of what I hated about myself. Everything was a part of what I hated about myself. It wasn't really personal.

Sometimes I have that kind of critical mind to myself as well. This is because there are times where I have to do things that I don't wish to.

Of all studies, the one he would rather have avoided was that of his own mind. He knew no tragedy so heartrending as introspection.

I am a strange compound of weakness and resolution! However, if I must suffer, I will endeavour to suffer in silence. There is certainly a great defect in my mind my wayward heart creates its own misery Why I am made thus I cannot tell; and, till I can form some idea of the whole of my existence, I must be content to weep and dance like a child long for a toy, and be tired of it as soon as I get it.

Instead of always asking yourself why so-and-so acts this or that way, learn to ask: "What's inside of me that wants to hurt itself over how anyone else acts?"

The bigger confrontation is the one an individual has with itself.

We are the source of our problems not mysterious sinister foreigners overseas.

I hate mankind, for I think myself one of the best of them, and I know how bad I am.

When I read profiles of myself, I sometimes think: 'I have spent my whole life struggling to understand my motivations and impulses, and I've never quite sorted them out.'

I've always internalized things.

It is difficult to write about any form of mental disease, especially your own, without sounding as if you were examining a bug under glass.

There's so much hate that we direct externally that we forget we have our own psychos. But that's the role of the satirist - you have to examine your own country and say, 'look!'

Every man is crucified upon the cross of himself.

Some of my instincts are reprehensible.

If it weren't the problem of politics for me, it would be another. And yet, sometimes it's so difficult. And I feel sorry for myself. And then hate myself for this feeling of self-pity.