Rachel Bloom Quotes

I didn't like anything about myself - my looks, my personality. I was very, very angry.

When you run into someone who is disagreeable to others, you may be sure he is uncomfortable with himself; the amount of pain we inflict upon others is directly proportional to the amount we feel within us.

I have a list a mile long of faults that sometimes bring me to my knees in self-hatred.

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

I couldn't have come up with a better metaphor for my life and my internal conflict. It amazes me how quickly we can manifest our fears; not only had I created my 'I'm never satisfied, I'll drive her away' nightmare.

I've always been full of nervous energy, but I'm not really as happy as I seem.

I had such intense self-loathing for so long.

We put up these facades, of maybe strength of who we are, but inside there's this incredibly broken person.

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.

Self-hatred is worse than loneliness.

Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was "broken.

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.

I think I subconsciously put myself in these situations where the girlfriend isn't pleased with me. I'm useless as a boyfriend. That's how I managed to write all these songs.

The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.

I have no idea where my pathetic nature comes from. If I thought about it too long, it would depress me.

I think the main thing I remembered throughout all of filming it was just that she just was extremely self-destructive. I think everybody can relate to that a little bit. She doesn't like herself.

When you're in that scene, you really wonder if this is all you're ever going to be. You know how vile and filthy you are inside.

The self is hateful.

Self-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

It's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin and can't stand the company.

I just look around and say, I'm a mess. I don't know why I do things.

I hated myself for so many reasons, and I thought so many things were my fault that happened to me growing up.

What is most difficult is when the large part of me that is a narcissist grows weary and is overtaken by the self-loathing part that always lurks in the shadows waiting for an opportunity to shine.

I can't even explain to you how terrible that feels, that I equate dating a woman with punishment, shame, guilt, disappointment, reproach, reprimand, persecution. It's a nightmare.