Quotes About Self-worth

We so often in our lives serve as mirrors for one another. We look to others to find out if we ourselves are lovable; we look to others to find out if we are capable of feeling love; we look to others for a reflection of our innate radiance.

A key barometer to help us weigh the rightness of our actions is self-respect.

Enough is a feast. If you are terrified, if you feel impoverished within, if you feel perpetually humiliated, enough will never seem like enough. If you are in touch with inner strength, energy, uplift, enough is more than enough -- like a feast.

When you don't have self-esteem you will hesitate before you do anything in your life. You will hesitate to go for the job you really wanna go for, you will hesitate to ask for a raise Ã¢â'¬Â¦ you will hesitate to report a rape, you will hesitate to defend yourself when you are discriminated against Ã¢â'¬Â¦ You will hesitate to vote, you will hesitate to dream. For us to have self-esteem is truly an act of revolution and our revolution is long overdue.

Never feel ashamed of your longing for happiness.

Wherever the responsibility lies, shame creates a solid and terrible feeling of unworthiness that resides in our bodies: the storehouse of the memories of our acts, real or imagined, and the secrets we keep about them.

The heart contracts when our bodies are overcome by shame.

Shame weakens us. It can make us frightened to take on something new. We start to withdraw from whatever might give us pleasure, self-esteem, or a sense of our value.

Living in a story of a limited self—to any degree—is not love.

When we experience inner impoverishment, love for another too easily becomes hunger: for reassurance, for acclaim, for affirmation of our worth.

Although love is often depicted as starry-eyed and sweet, love for the self is made of tougher stuff.

It feels good to hear these words, even if I haven't done anything and we're not even close to being men. Even if we are screwups, losers, and criminals, it's still nice to hear someone like Mr. E tell us different.

Day Two/5:00 AM: Addicts are often hyper-vigilant about others talking behind their backs or slandering them. Our sponsors tell us that what "they" think of us is none of our business. It can still be hard to take. It matters not if someone speaks badly of me; I live so no one believes it.

do whatever it was they expected her to do because they were always expecting her to do something more or be something more until it didn't feel like there was enough of her left to go around.

It sucks to be poor, and it sucks to feel that you somehow deserve to be poor. You start believing that you're poor because you're stupid and ugly. And then you start believing that you're stupid and ugly because you're Indian. And because you're Indian you start believing you're destined to be poor. It's an ugly circle and there's nothing you can do about it.

I am a zero on the rez. And if you subtract zero from zero, you still have zero. So what's the point of subtracting when the answer is always the same?

It sucks to be poor, and it sucks to feel that you somehow deserve to be poor. You start believing that you're poor because you're stupid and ugly. And then you start believing that you're stupid and ugly because you're Indian. And because you're Indian you start believing you're destined to be poor. It's an ugly circle and there's nothing you can do about it.

Yep, now even the teachers were treating me like an idiot. I shrank back into my chair and remembered when I used to be a human being. I remember when people used to think I was smart. I remember when people used to think my brain was useful. Damaged by water, sure. And ready to seizure at any moment. But still useful, and maybe even a little bit beautiful and sacred and magical.

I'm too young, too smart and too good-looking to die.

Don't let those people steal your day

That's right. Get thee behind me, bitches. I don't got no time for you. Ha! (Tabitha)

Because I don't feel broken when you look at me. (Acheron) How could you feel broken? (Tory) I was shattered as a child and thrown away, like a piece of trash no on wanted. But you don't treat me like that. You see in me the human bit and you touch that part of me. You make me feel whole and wanted. (Acheron)

Don't cry for me, Grace. I'm not worth it. (Julian) Yes you are! (Grace) You are my saving Grace. Without you, I would never have known love. And I would never have known me again. (Julian)

Baby, I ain't trash. Trash is something you throw away. My people keep me.