Some kids are so depressed at home and with how people treat them in school that they cut themselves. This happens all over the world - kids who don't want to kill themselves, but nobody understands how much they hurt, so they cut themselves with razor blades.— Chester Bennington
Sentimental Self Injury quotations
Maturity is learning to walk away from people and situation that threaten your peace of mind, self respect, values, morals and self worth.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.
The body says what words cannot.
We are what we believe we are.
Every act of conscious learning requires the willingness to suffer an injury to one's self-esteem. That is why young children, before they are aware of their own self-importance, learn so easily.
If you do base your life on how many touchdowns you score, how many championships you win, then when you have a setback, then when you have an injury, you're not playing, or something goes wrong, your self-worth goes down.
I can't stop thinking about cutting myself up.
Visual bruises can be covered with make-up, but down to the core, I'm all bruises.
Success - See your goal; Understand the obstacles; Create a positive mental picture; Clear your mind of self doubt; Embrace the challenge; Stay on track; Show the world you can do it!
When I cut myself I feel so much better.
All the little things that might have been annoying me suddenly seem so trivial, because I'm concentrating on the pain
I get fixated when I'm bleeding -- I can see why they went in for blood-letting in the medieval times because it makes you feel a bit better. When I cut myself, the drama of it calms me down.
I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.
Ask yourself if what you're doing today is getting you closer to where you want to be tomorrow.
Why? You want to know why? Step into a tanning booth and fry yourself for two or three days. After your skin bubbles and peels off, roll in coarse salt, then pull on long underwear woven from spun glass and razor wire. Over that goes your regular clothes, as long as they are tight.
Everyone asks about how I'll feel about the tattoos and scars in thirty years.
I always say: "I'll like them." I've always loved damaged monuments, in architecture and in humans.
I know what it's like to want to die.
How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.
Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure you are not, in fact, surrounded by assholes.
A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
I inscribe three lines, hush hush hush, into my skin. Ghosts trickle out.
Autonomy... is freedom to develop one's self - to increase one's knowledge, improve one's skills, and achieve responsibility for one's conduct. And it is freedom to lead one's own life, to choose among alternative courses of action so long as no injury to others results.
I lost myself trying to please everyone else. Now I'm losing everyone while I'm finding myself.
I find cutting myself attractive ... I find it sexual.
We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.
I'll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials on my arm.
If you want to improve you self-worth, stop giving other people the calculator.
I've never hit anybody in my life. I never would, and the only way I could make a point was by hurting myself...It's something I've done since I was a teenager.
Calamity, war, famine, plague, death, adversity, disease, injury do not necessarily produce repentance. We may become better in a calamity but it does not necessarily make us repent. The essence of repentance is that we cannot be repentant until we confront our own self righteousness with God's righteousness.
Courage is always greatest when blended with meekness;
intellectual ability is most admirable when it sparkles in the setting of a modest self-distrust; and never does the human soul appear so strong as when it foregoes revenge and dares to forgive an injury.
Knowing others is intelligence, knowing yourself is true wisdom.
And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal.
A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.
I should have forfeited my own self-respect, and perhaps the good opinion of my countrymen, if I had failed to resent such an injury by calling the offender in question to a personal account.
Just as eating against one's will is injurious to health, so studying without a liking for it spoils the memory, and it retains nothing it takes in.
Your worst enemy cannot harm you as much as your own unguarded thoughts.
If you will discipline yourself to make your mind self-sufficient you will thereby be least vulnerable to injury from the outside.
If we can find forgiveness in our hearts for those who have caused us hurt and injury, we will rise to a higher level of self-esteem and well-being.
One really ought to be afraid of self-torture.
But it tempted me. It begged. The dark place that my mind was fast becoming blends, in my memory, with the dark womb of church: the chant, the fugue of prayer, the strange erotic energy that carving a very small cross into my thigh with a nail had brought.
Who you become is infinitely more important than what you do, or what you have.
Used to be that my whole body was my canvas-hot cuts licking my ribs, ladder rungs climbing my arms, thick milkweed stalks shooting up my thighs.
You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories
The fellowship of those who bear the mark of pain: who are the members of this Fellowship? Those who have learnt by experience what physical pain and bodily anguish mean, belong together all the world over; they are united by a secret bond.
Be what you you want to be, not what other want to see
My death from the wrists, two name tags, blood worn like a corsage to bloom one on the left and one on the right.
Shedding off one more layer of skin, Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.
The bathroom door swings open. Emma sees the blood painting my skin and the red rivers carved on my body. Emma sees the wet knife, silver and bone. The screams of my little sister shatter mirrors.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture;
she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
A decade of cutting away dead flesh, cauterizing old scars ripped open over and over and still it is not enough.