Quotes About Self-worth

I had to practice this line to use with people who come to signings and things: 'I'm sorry, I don't have sex with strangers.' --Laurell K. Hamilton, www.locusmag.com/2000/Issues/09/Hamil...

I will not be something you fuck and cuddle. I will be queen or I will be nothing to you.

I had to practice this line to use with people who come to signings and things: 'I'm sorry, I don't have sex with strangers.' Interview at Locus magazine, 2000

Remember, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. Eleanor Roosevelt said that. It is a quote I try to live by. Most of the time I succeed.

Pami?taj, nikt bez twego przyzwolenia nie mo?e sprawi?, ?e poczujesz si? gorsza. To s?owa Eleanor Roosevelt. ?yj? zgodnie z tym mottem.

It was like someone who is so used to being made fun of that they say the mean things first, try to make it their joke, so the bullies don't get a chance to cut them up. It works, in a way, but it means the person saying the words internalizes the message more, because they're the ones saying stupid, clumsy, fat, ugly—whatever the bullies might say.

He taught me that I was enough, beautiful enough, tall enough, strong enough, just enough.

Remember, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. Eleanor Roosevelt said

don't let other people's eyes make you hate yourself.

If there's anything more annoying than a boy praising another girl's beauty to your face, I can't think what it is.

There were plenty of great guys out there, and there was no need to get stuck on a jerk. Even if he was adorable and seemed perfectly sweet and genuine. Emily

There's nothing like competing for your boyfriend's attention with an emotionally needy sibling to make you feel like the worst sort of evil psycho-bitch.

The life spent in doing what you love is a different life indeed from putting yourself out for hire to the highest bidder.

Mi padre comenzaba apoyándose en la fuerza de los dos axiomas siguientes: Primero: que, para un hombre, una onza de su propia inteligencia valía por una tonelada de la de cualquier otra persona; y Segundo (el cual, por cierto, era el fundamento del primer axioma—aunque viniera después): que la inteligencia de todo hombre debía necesariamente provenir de su propia alma—y jamás de la de ninguna otra persona.

Do they choose to be so dense? Were they born that way? I have no friends. I have nothing. I say nothing. I am nothing.

He doesn't see my breasts or my waist or my hips. He only sees the nightmare.

The only number that would ever be enough is 0. Zero pounds, zero life, size zero, double-zero, zero point. Zero in tennis is love. I finally get it.

She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her.

We should teach our girls that snapping is ok, instead of waiting for someone else to break them.

I want to eat like a normal person eats, but I need to see my bones or I will hate myself even more and I might cut out my heart or take every pill that was ever made.

I'm the only one sitting alone, under the glowing neon sign which reads, Complete and Total Loser, Not Quite Sane. Stay Away. Do Not Feed.

They said I had to get fatter. I told them my goal was 080.00 and if they wanted my respect, they'd better stop lying to me. When my brain started working again, I checked their math. Someone had made a mistake because they didn't figure in the snakes in my head and the thick shadows hiding inside the cage of my ribs.

How could filling in a bunch of blanks and writing a fluffy essay about the 'moment of significance' in my life let them know if I was good enough to go here?

They keep asking questions like "What is wrong with you?" and "Do you think this is cute?" How can I answer? I don't have to. They don't want to hear anything I have to say.