"To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could.

I have nobody in the world. I'll kill myself. That's best. Everyone will say, It's for the best that she killed herself, she's better off dead . . . I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours just screaming with hatred and with the pain of it, oh the pain of it . . .

What do you want me to say, sir? That I'm the vegetable that I refused to become, that I'm so disappointed in myself that I can no longee look at myself in the mirror? That I hate myself?

Apathy robbed me of the strength even to despise myself.

You can even say that I hated myself at certain periods. I was too fat, or maybe too tall, or maybe just plain too ugly ... you can say my definiteness stems from underlying feelings of insecurity and inferiority. I couldn't conquer these feelings by acting indecisive. I found the only way to get the better of them was by adopting a forceful, concentrated drive.

Who taught you to hate yourself?

That's the trouble with the world. We all despise ourselves.

People hate themselves, people condemn themselves — they go on condemning; they go on thinking that they are rotten. How can the other love you, such a rotten person. No, nobody can love you really — the other must be befooling, cheating; there must be some other reason. She must be after something else; he must be after something else. You know your rottenness, worthlessness — love seems to be out of the question. And when some woman comes and says she adores you, you cannot trust. When you go to a woman and you say you adore her, and she hates herself, how can she believe you? It is self-hatred that is creating the anxiety.

I HATE EVERYTHING WHICH IS NOT IN MYSELF

I am so angry with myself because I cannot do what I should like to do, and at such a moment one feels as if one were lying bound hand and foot at the bottom of a deep dark well, utterly helpless.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

Self-hatred is worse than loneliness.

When people hate with all that energy, it is something in themselves they are hating.

have I not the reason to hate and to despise myself? Indeed I do; and chiefly for not having hated and despised the world enough.