George Herman Quotes

I knew from a very young age that there was something very wrong with me.

Oh God, what's wrong with me? Why does nothing ever work out?

Honestly, I'm so sick of myself.

Shame is such an intense emotion. It just can drive you.

Shame is the most powerful, master emotion. It's the fear that we're not good enough.

You want to be the best, and you hear a lot of good things about yourself, and then you find out that you're going to debut as a caddy - it's a little gut-wrenching, and it hurt.

At times, here at Milan, I have felt humiliated.

I hate being rejected.

Failure affects me hard.

I remember playing games and having tears roll down my face because it felt like it was never going to be good enough.

I've always been really hard on myself. If I didn't book a job, I would cry.

Horrible experiences lead us to wonder whether the person who experiences them might not be something horrible.

Sadness usually results from one of the following causes either when a man does not succeed, or is ashamed of his success.

I am half a man, holy Jesus, what a drag.

But suppose you struggle through to the good and find that it also is dreadful? How if food itself turns out to be the very thing you can't eat, and home the very place you can't live, and your very comforter the person who makes you uncomfortable? Then, indeed, there is no rescue possible: the last card has been played.

I put my heart, soul and tears into the game and this is what I get. I don't know what to do. My wife can't sleep at night. I hold my daughter all night. I am ashamed I played cricket.

At this moment I am feeling disappointed with myself and I am hurt and numb...

How many people have wanted to kill themselves, and have been content with tearing up their photograph!

Rejection is a cancer, Edie. It eats away at a person.

In short: I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way.

I’m not a romantic, I’m a half-wit. Only stupid people would think I’m smart. I’m not something anyone should know. I’m a lunatic wandering around for scraps, I’m like every single miserable moron I’ve scorned and pretended I didn’t recognize. I’m all of them, every last ugly thing in a bad last-minute costume. I’m not different, not at all, not different from any other speck of a thing. I’m a blemished blemish, a ruined ruin, a stained wreck so failed I can’t see what I used to be.

Discouragement is simply the despair of wounded self-love.

Being on "SNL" was a goal that I had when I was younger. When I got fired, I just felt really mad and I felt really grossed out by the system and grossed out by myself and it just sort of knocked me on my ass.

Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.