Self Injury Quotes

On this page you will find all the quotes on the topic "Self Injury". There are currently 63 quotes in our collection about Self Injury. Discover the TOP 10 sayings about Self Injury!
The best sayings about Self Injury that you can share on Instagram, Pinterest, Facebook and other social networks!
  • 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.

    Hurt   School   Kids  
  • My death from the wrists, two name tags, blood worn like a corsage to bloom one on the left and one on the right.

    Blood   Names   Two  
    Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.97, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • 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.

    Prayer   Memories   Dark  
  • 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.

    Pain   Mean   Secret  
    Albert Schweitzer, Albert Schweitzer Institute for the Humanities (1998). “The Primeval Forest”, p.128, JHU Press
  • I took my mother's knife and played johnny johnny johnny on the playhouse floor. I was drunk, stabbed myself every few throws. I held my hand up and there was satisfaction at seeing my blood, the way there was when I saw the red gouges onmy face that people stared at and turned away. They were thinking I was beautiful, but they were wrong, now they could see how ugly and mutilated I was.

    Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.112, Hachette UK
  • And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand, The hand that held the steel: For only blood can wipe out blood, And only tears can heal

    Healing   Blood   Hands  
    Oscar Wilde (2015). “Selected Poems of Oscar Wilde”, p.24, Oscar Wilde
  • 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.

    Glasses   Two   Clothes  
    Laurie Halse Anderson (2009). “Wintergirls”, p.124, Penguin
  • 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.

    "Girl, Interrupted". www.imdb.com. 1999.
  • 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.

    Song: Bruises
  • I felt white, drained of blood, cared for, purified. Peaceful.

    Blood   White   Peaceful  
    Margaret Atwood (2011). “Cat's Eye”, p.465, Anchor
  • Better to inflict pain on myself than to let other people do it.

    Tracy Thompson (2014). “The Beast: A Journey Through Depression”, p.175, Diversion Books
  • Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit- An effect, a cosmetic. You smile. No, it is not fatal.

    Running   Cat   Dark  
    Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel: The Restored Edition”, p.49, Faber & Faber
  • Françoise could not help taking a surreptitious glance at Xavière: she gave a start of amazement. Xavière was no longer watching, her head was lowered. Françoise barely suppressed a scream. The girl was pressing the lighted end against her skin, a bitter smile curling her lips. It was an intimate, solitary smile, like that of a half-wit; the voluptuous, tortured smile of a woman possessed of some secret pleasure.

    Girl   Secret   Skins  
  • For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray [sic] days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks - accidentally - and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you're alive.

  • I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

    Hurt   Pain   Long  
    Jodi Picoult (2009). “Handle with Care: A Novel”, p.373, Simon and Schuster
  • I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadn;t hit her veins when she did this; death hadn't been her goal.

    Track   Perfect   Goal  
    Richelle Mead (2007). “Vampire Academy”, p.158, Penguin
  • Here's me opening my wrists before breakfast, Christmas day, and here's you asking if it hurt. Here's where I choose between mea culpa and Why the hell should I tell you?

    Hurt   Asking   Breakfast  
    Michael Donaghy (2011). “Collected Poems”, p.104, Pan Macmillan
  • No one need punish me for any wrongs, real or imagined. I am very good at doing it all by myself. I have the scars to prove it.

    Depression   Real   Needs  
  • At least you know where you are with blood. At least other people can see it.

    Emma Forrest (2014). “Thin Skin”, p.56, Bloomsbury Publishing
  • I am a cutter, you see. Also a snipper, a slicer, a carver, a jabber. I am a very special case. I have a purpose. My skin, you see, screams. It's covered with words - cook, cupcake, kitty, curls - as if a knife-wielding first-grader learned to write on my flesh. I sometimes, but only sometimes, laugh. Getting out of the bath and seeing, out of the corner of my eye, down the side of a leg: baby-doll. Pulling on a sweater, and in a flash of my wrist: harmful. Why these words?

    Baby   Eye   Writing  
    Gillian Flynn (2012). “The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places”, p.63, Broadway Books
  • The body can't distinguish between cleansing and punishing for the body is ignorant, and mute besides.

    Joyce Carol Oates (2000). “Snapshots: 20th century mother-daughter fiction”, David R. Godine Publisher
  • Every fear, every night terror, every hour I cried for Liev, every fight with Sebastian is registered as a neat white scar.

    Fighting   Night   White  
    Emma Forrest (2014). “Thin Skin”, p.53, Bloomsbury Publishing
  • There were also the razor marks on her wrists and forearms, half a dozen per arm, not very deep, not very convincing really, just a lame, hapless attempt at hurting herself. There hadn't even been that much blood and nobody at the hospital had been at all surprised. These scars, for some reason, he didn't mind. Maybe they even appealed to him. They showed that she was weak and in need of him.

    Hurt   Blood   Mind  
    Geoff Nicholson (1998). “Bleeding London”, p.62, The Overlook Press
  • I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

    Sad   Depression   Water  
    Letter to Benjamin Bailey, 25 May 1818, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 1, p. 287
  • There's a certain window of time in the middle of the night out in Middle America where there's no bar open and nothing on TV. If you don't want to do too many drugs, you have to start bodily mutilation.

    Night   America   Drug  
  • It was that summer, too, that I began the cutting, and was almost as devoted to it as my newfound loveliness. I adored tending to myself, wiping a shallow red pool of my blood away with a damp washcloth to magically reveal, just above my naval: queasy. Applying alcohol with dabs of a cottonball, wispy shreds sticking to the bloody lines of: perky. I had a dirty streak my senior year, which I later rectified.

    Summer   Senior   Dirty  
    Gillian Flynn (2006). “Sharp Objects: A Novel”, p.62, Broadway Books
  • Two days later, two days before Christmas, I am judged fat and sane enough to be kicked out of the hospital. The plan to send me straight back to New Seasons won't work. There is no room at the inn for a leather Lia-skin plumped full of messy things. Not yet. The director promises Dr. Marrigan he'll have a bed for me next week. I'm stable enough to go home until then. They all say I'm stable.

    Home   Next Week   Two  
    Laurie Halse Anderson (2014). “Wintergirls”, p.191, Scholastic UK
  • Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

    Hurt   Pain   Cutting  
  • I'll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials on my arm.

    Arms   Nails   Scratches  
    Song: Kentucky Avenue, Album: Blue Valentine
  • You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories

Page 1 of 3
  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • We hope our collection of Self Injury quotes has inspired you! Our collection of sayings about Self Injury is constantly growing (today it includes 63 sayings from famous people about Self Injury), visit us more often and find new quotes from famous authors!
    Share our collection of quotes on social networks – this will allow as many people as possible to find inspiring quotes about Self Injury!