Quotes About Self-love

The point is that you do not love yourself – otherwise you ?[?3?]?would love both your own nature and her purpose for you.

It never ceases to amaze me: we all love ourselves more than other people, but care more about their opinions than our own

Often have I marvelled how each one of us loves himself above all men, yet sets less store by his own opinion of himself than by that of everyone else.

The egoist loves himself without rivals.

the man to open his ears widest to flatterers is he who first flatters himself and is fondest of himself.

In case you're wondering, vanity never ends.

Watching the many faces watching their own faces as they pretended to be someone else—Felix found that strangely moving. For once in their lives, they loved themselves.

For once in their lives, they loved themselves.

Whether or not you love television, you've got to admit that it certainly loves itself.

Strive to find things to be thankful for and just look for the good in who you are!

I always hated my mole growing up. I even thought about having it removed. At the time I didn't do it because I thought it would hurt, and now I'm glad I didn't.

I spend so much time hating (my body) but it never says a bad word about me

When was the last time you thanked you for always being there for you? Self appreciation soothes an aching soul.

Growing up, I felt insecure about my build. I didn't feel very feminine. But as time went on, I learned to completely embrace my body.

I stopped worrying about being desired a long time ago.

My beloved child, break your heart no longer. Each time you judge yourself, you break your own heart.

We're not meant to be perfect. It took me a long time to learn that.

It's time we stopped worrying about losing our looks and started celebrating the gifts of age: I feel yummier than ever.

If I could turn back time, I would tell myself that I'm beautiful every day, because we all are! And we need to start believing it!

After all those years as a woman hearing 'not thin enough, not pretty enough, not smart enough, not this enough, not that enough,' almost overnight I woke up one morning and thought, 'I'm enough.

Being enough was going to have to be an inside job.

I naively believe that self-love is 80 percent of the solution, that it helps beyond words to take yourself through the day as you would with your most beloved mental-patient relative, with great humor and lots of small treats.

The single most radical thing I know . . . is that I get to take care of myself.

I have become the woman I hardly dared imagine I could be. There are parts I don't love—until a few years ago, I had no idea that you could have cellulite on your stomach—but not only do I get along with me most of the time now, I am militantly and maternally on my own side. Left to my own devices, would I trade this for firm thighs, fewer wrinkles, a better memory? You bet I would. That is why it's such a blessing that I'm not left to my own devices.