White people think when you love yourself you hate them. No, when I love myself they become irrelevant to me.— John Henrik Clarke
Unforgettable Hate Myself quotations
Do not correct a fool or he will hate you. Correct a wise man and he will appreciate you.
I don't consider myself a racist, I don't hate other peoples, but I certainly want to preserve my own. And I think that's true of all people.
I hate myself, and I want to die
Let no man pull you low enough to hate him.
The mindset of a champion is that I put myself in a certain situation to win, I don't play to lose, I dont prepare to lose, I hate second place and I definitely don't like silver.
Having limits to push against is how you find out what you can do.
I have always been full of contradictions. I am shy but I love the freedom of the stage. I need reassurance but at the same time I don’t want it. I hate being afraid but I can’t help wanting to frighten myself. That is how you grow.
So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.
The further a society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those that speak it.
I don't like thugs, I don't like nerds, I don't like myself and I hate bein' disturbed.
If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?
To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could.
No one is more hated than he who speaks the truth.
I used to hate looking in the mirror.
I've grown up into myself and now I'm happy with the way I look.
I hate mankind, for I think of myself as one of the best of them, and I know how bad I am.
I hate mankind, for I think myself one of the best of them, and I know how bad I am.
Never speak from a place of hate, jealousy, anger or insecurity. Evaluate your words before you let them leave your lips. Sometimes it's best to be quiet.
I hate the human race. Of course, therefore, I hate myself the most, because I am the least of the human race.
I won't telephone him. I'll never telephone him again as long as I live. He'll rot in hell, before I'll call him up. You don't have to give me strength, God; I have it myself. If he wanted me, he could get me. He knows where I am. He knows I'm waiting here. He's so sure of me, so sure. I wonder why they hate you, as soon as they are sure of you.
When I was around 18, I looked in the mirror and said, 'You're either going to love yourself or hate yourself.' And I decided to love myself. That changed a lot of things.
Loving people live in a loving world. Hostile people live in a hostile world. Same world.
I hate all the old pictures of me before 2010 - and they are always the first ones to come up. That's why I don't Google myself, man.
No one could ever hate me as much as I hate myself, okay? So any mean thing someone's gonna think of to say about me, I've already said to me, about me, probably in the last half hour!
I would like to become tolerant without overlooking anything, persecute no one even when all people persecute me; become better without noticing it; become sadder, but enjoy living; become more serene, be happy in others; belong to no one, grow in everyone; love the best, comfort the worst; not even hate myself anymore.
To get what you love, you must first be patient with what you hate.
I always go heavy and I always go to failure.
Even when I tell myself I'm gonna go easy, once I get to the gym and start working, I never end up going easy. I hate leaving the floor feeling like I could have done more weight or more reps. I just love working out and going further than I ever did before.
I hate committing myself to anything.
It's probably the lack of discipline, honestly. I'm probably a spoiled brat worried about getting my way every time.
Playing in front of millions of people erases everything I hate about myself. Nothing can hurt me.
The enemy is fear. We think it is hate; But, it is fear.
I can't take it anymore. The waiting. The wanting. Something inside me snaps. I hate myself. I hate that I have to deal with this. I hate my life. And I hate how I can't count on anyone to be completely there when I need them, exactly the way I need them to be.
I hate solitude but I am afraid of intimacy.
The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself and to turn it into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company I need is the company which a pub or a cafe will provide. I have never wanted a communion of souls.
I shall never permit myself to stoop so low as to hate any man.
People will hate you, rate you, shake you, and break you. But how strong you stand is what makes you.
I cannot love anyone if I hate myself.
That is the reason why we feel so extremely uncomfortable in the presence of people who are noted for their special virtuousness, for they radiate an atmosphere of the torture they inflict on themselves. That is not a virtue but a vice.
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.
A champion is suppose to hate to lose, and it wasn't like I was ever crazy about the idea. But I learned to deal with losing without having my spirit or confidence broken, which would help immensely over time, not just in the big picture but even in specific matches when I found myself in a jam. Fear of losing is a terrible thing.
It is better to be hated for what you are, than to be loved for what you are not.
…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 either eat too much or starve myself.
Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don't know what grey is. I never did.
Meal isn't over when I'm full. Meal's over when I hate myself.
I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.
The more I lived with Jan, the more I loved her, the more I made her miserable.
It was a vicious cycle (page 209)……The more I loved her the more I hated her. And the more she loved me, the more I harmed myself (page 269).
I’m more comfortable with myself than when I was younger.
I hated myself then. Wait, I didn’t hate myself – that’s a strong word. But I was so diffident. I didn’t know how to act, for one. I had no confidence in that area or in myself at all, really. I had a big inner critic and still do. I just don’t listen to it so much.
At least I hate myself as much as I hate anybody else.
I had to grow to love my body. I did not have a good self-image at first. Finally it occurred to me, I'm either going to love me or hate me. And I chose to love myself. Then everything kind of sprung from there. Things that I thought weren't attractive became sexy. Confidence makes you sexy.
For a long time I used to think this a silly, straw-splitting distinction: how could you hate what a man did and not hate the man? But years later it occurred to me that there was one man to whom I had been doing this all my life - namely myself.