Quotes About Self-worth

Besides, even if you went all the way, what would you be? Feather-weight champion of the world. Who gives a shit? I doubt you can even get a credit card based on that. -- Marsellus Wallace

I'm sorry... but it's true?you can't live other people's lives for them. Go home and make something worth while of your own.

Now, please don't tell me you don't care about how you look and that there's more to you than your appearance. There are two kinds of people in this world : people who want to be desired, and people who want to be desired so much that they pretend they don't.

There are two kinds of people in this world: people who want to be desired, and people who want to be desired so much that they pretend they don't.

There are two types of people in this world: people who want to be desired, and people who want to be desired so much that they pretend they don't.

I had dreams, and they were not about ending up a speck. I didn't dream of becoming a star, but I thought I might have a small nonspeaking role in a grand epic, an epic with a touch of artistic credentials. I didn't dream of becoming a giant - I wasn't that delusional or arrogant - but I wanted to be more than a speck, maybe a midget.

Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

Vanity is not like a horse or an elephant requiring expensive fodder.

Sen beni her zaman reddedip, zay?f, ÅŸüpheli arzular?n tehlikesinden kurtararak günden güne senin taraf?ndan kabul edilmeye lay?k bir hale getiriyorsun.

The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.

I want to protect each person's boundaries. Once you begin to yield the slightest ground on some pretext, you're ultimately left with nothing.

My flower, seek not thy paradise in a fool's buttonhole.

My husband cooks fancier food for himself than I've ever cooked on-air. I call him from the road, and he's making champagne-vanilla salmon or black-cherry pork chop. Half of me is feeling unworthy. Not only am I not a chef, I'm not a better cook than my own husband!

The sad fact...is that in this era of science and unbelief we have lost the sense of our own significance. We have become cruel, to ourselves and others, because we believe that ultimately we have no value.

At home she generally avoided doing housework, she went on, because those kinds of chores made her feel so unimportant that she wouldn't have been able to write anything afterwards. She supposed they made her feel like an ordinary woman, when most of the time she didn't think about being a woman, or perhaps didn't even believe she was one, because at home it wasn't a subject that came up.

Reputation is a prize you've won for yourself with self-denial and hard work. If you throw it away, what have you left to fall back on? How will you contrive to live without it?" -p. 198

They shan't humiliate me to please themselves.

You're beautiful, Delaney, and you could have anyone you want. Why me?" She knew she wasn't beautiful, not like her mother. But the way he looked at her and touched her, and the tone of his voice when he said it made her almost believe him. He made her believe anything was possible. "Because you make me not want to say no.

Exactly what am I supposed to care about? That we were just getting to the fun stuff? That my hand was on your breasts, and your hands were all over my chest, and both of us were having a good time? Damn right I care about that. I wasn't finished. But don't expect me to care that a little old lady looked in the window and watched. Why should I care what people are going to say about that? People have talked about me since the day I was born. I stopped caring a long time ago.

You're so beautiful," he says as he kisses along my clavicle, one hand loose around my neck and the other moving up my thigh. "You're so beautiful." But I need him to love me ugly.

I cannot perch among those who think that I am broken.

When you stop caring what people think, you lose your capacity for connection. When you're defined by it, you lose our capacity for vulnerability.

Realizing that we've surrendered our self-esteem to others and choosing to be accountable for our own self-worth would mean absorbing the terrifying fact that we're always vulnerable to pain and loss.

I've certainly experienced racism, but it has not made a great impact on me. I have always thought, as I got older and older, I was more in charge of who I was. What someone thought about me or said about me made less of an impression on me at very vulnerable times.