I have cried over myself a hundred times this summer, she thought, I have wept over my big feet and my skinny legs and my nose, I have even cried over my stupid shoes, and...

Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people’s sorrow.

Self-pity, while it should be accorded due respect, is the greatest of all acids to the human soul.

She had all day every day to figure out some decent and satisfying way to live, and yet all she ever seemed to get for all her choices and all her freedom was more miserable....

Accept fate, and move on. Don’t yield to the seductive pull of self-pity. Acting like a victim threatens your future.

In my terms, I settled for the realities of life, and submitted to its necessities: if this, then that, and so the years passed. In Adrian’s terms, I gave up on life, gave up on...

In times of suffering, don’t turn inward to self-pity or outward to revenge, but turn to the lover of your soul, Jesus.

Feeling sorry for yourself is a universal solvent of salvation.

Self-pity imprisons us in the walls of our own self-absorption. The whole world shrinks down to the size of our problem, and the more we dwell on it, the smaller we are and the larger...

I don’t have time to feel sorry for myself. I’ve got to think.

self-pitying” for long years now and things don’t seem to improve. Just try a few days of good self-esteeming” and you’ll see things taking a better shape!

His immense self-pity, his demand for sympathy poured and spread itself in pools at their feet, and all she did, miserable sinner that she was, was to draw her skirts a little closer round her...

How often have our own tears blinded us to the tears of others.

Aunt Lavinia always had a near-religious belief that it was wicked to inflict one’s personal despair on others. Any display of self-pity or self-dissatisfaction she saw as a social cruelty that was very nearly criminal.

An unearned income encourages self-pity in those already prone to it.

Life, I fancy, would very often be insupportable, but for the luxury of self-compassion.

Self pity becomes your oxygen. But you learned to breathe it without a gasp. So, nobody even notices you’re hurting.

I’m going to Hell in a basketWeaved in from my sinsLike wickerWith little Wiccan tiesAs if I’m a witchAccused

The expression on her face was noble. It was a great deal TOO noble.

Self pity is easily the most destructive of the non-pharmaceutical narcotics; it is addictive, gives momentary pleasure and separates the victim from reality.

Fits of anger, vexation,and bitterness against ourselves tend to pride and they spring from no other source than self-love, which is disturbed and upset at seeing that it is imperfect.

make” the biggest decision of your life, not where they were during the decision process.

It was February sixth: eight days until Valentine’s Day. I was dateless, as usual, deep in the vice grip of unrequited love. It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year’s Eve. Now...

Selfishness, self-centeredness! That, we think, is the root of our troubles. Driven by a hundred forms of fear, self-delusion, self-seeking, and self-pity, we step on the toes of our fellows and they retaliate. Sometimes they...

Today, Aaron decided, he would begin to grieve in earnest. He would walk the lonely beach, mocked by gulls, uncaring, his every step a stately rebuke to the malign forces that had blighted his fate....

Self-pity is the hens’ besetting sin,” remarked Mr. Payton. “Foolish fowl. How they came to achieve anything as perfect as the egg I do not know! I cannot fathom.

Self-pity” is just sadness, I think, in the pejorative.

It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year’s Eve. Now I had to cope with Valentine datelessness, feeling consummate social pressure from every retailer in America who stuck hearts and cupids on...

There came an awful day when I picked up the phone and knew at once, as one does with some old friends even before they speak, that it was Edward. He sounded as if he...

Self-pity is the most destructive of all narcotics.

… there are other proud people who have low self-esteem. They feel they haven’t lived up to their potential. They feel unworthy. They want to hide and disappear, to fade into the background and nurse...

You didn’t choose God. He chose you. When you stop feeling hurt by everyone and plotting your comeback, he has some very important things he wants you to accomplish with your life.

With God as my witness and love as my guide, I did all the best that I could. I’m sorry I wasn’t everything you ever wanted. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough. If I could only...

Take a drink because you pity yourself, and then the drink pities you and has a drink, and then two good drinks get together and that calls for drinks all around.

Certainly the most destructive vice if you like, that a person can have. More than pride, which is supposedly the number one of the cardinal sins – is self pity. Self pity is the worst...

And the world suddenly appeared to me as such an awfully large place, with I so totally alone in it that I could have cried from the bottom of my heart.

All depression has its roots in self-pity, and all self-pity is rooted in people taking themselves too seriously.

I am not here to serve myself. I am not here to be lauded, petted, admired or ‘affirmed.’ I am here to build men, cultures and kingdoms. When I find myself in the midst of...

problems” because they are part of its identity. If no one will listen to my sad story, I can tell it to myself in my head, over and over, and feel sorry for myself, and...

The solution to self-pity is found in the labor of selfless giving to others.

Everybody is so happy, and no one has a thought for you. And this is what happens to me everywhere and always. Everyone has marked out his own little spot on the Earth, his warm...

Hangovers are a vivid form of vengeance. Last night my apartment became the venue for a small, introverted chardonnay festival. A melancholy choir of Bulgarians provided the entertainment, via a set of headphones that ended...

…and I confess that, like a child, I cry. Ah, self-pity; I think we are at our most honest and sincere when we feel sorry for ourselves.

The only crime is pride.

Practically all the sadness we experience in life comes from our feeling sorry for ourselves.

The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.

It’s my opinion, with some people, just knowing they are alone, living inside of their own miserable, self hating, dysfunctional mind, with their own immature, insecure, self pitying self is its own revenge. Their existence...

There is more evil in the least sin than in the greatest affliction.

Almost all sadness comes from feeling sorry for oneself.

And in the sin of wantingalways to be right, the punishmentis knowing it isn’t possible.