Quotes About Self-worth

Amy made me believe I was exceptional, that I was up to her level of play. That was both our making and undoing Because I couldn't handle the demands of greatness. I began craving ease and averageness.

If you let a man cancel plans or decline to do things for you, you lose.

This morning he was stroking my hair and asking what else he could do for me, and I said: My gosh, Nick, why are you so wonderful to me? He was supposed to say: YOU DESERVE IT. I LOVE YOU. But he said, Because I feel sorry for you. Why? Because every morning you have to wake up and be you. I really, truly wish he hadn't said that. I keep thinking about it. I can't stop.

Don't be a scared, dickless boy all your life, letting people push you around, letting people bring up the fear in you.

I'm not just pretty anymore, I am pretty for my age.

Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don't mind, I'm the Cool Girl.

Never go back to a man with fresh bruises. Don't give him the satisfaction

If you let a man cancel plans or decline to do things for you, you lose. You don't get what you want. It's pretty clear. Sure, he may be happy, he may say you're the coolest girl ever, but he's saying it because he got his way. He's calling you a Cool Girl to fool you! That's what men do: They try to make it sound like you are the cool girl so you will bow to their wishes.

The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you, my mother used to say whenever I resisted her grooming.

The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you

I've basically turned into Liza Minnelli: I'm dancing in tights and sequins, begging you to love me.

too serious, Amy, you're too uptight, Amy, you overthink things, you analyze too much, you're no fun anymore, you make me feel useless, Amy, you make me feel bad, Amy. He took away chunks of me with blasé swipes: my independence, my pride, my esteem. I gave, and he took and took. He Giving Treed me out of existence. That whore, he picked that little whore over me. He killed my soul, which should be a crime. Actually, it is a crime.

Das Gesicht, das du der Welt zeigst, zeigt anderen, wie du behandelt werden möchtest.

She's easy to like. I've never understood why that's considered a compliment – that just anyone could like you.

Look how your own dad treated you. Like a limp dick. But you get what you deserve, you know? I think you know that.

All this could have been avoided if I were less pretty.

I've never understood why that's considered a compliment – that just anyone could like you.

There isn't a replacement toddling around; you're it. It makes you desperate to be flawless, and it also makes you drunk with the power. In such ways are despots made.

You were the best man you've ever been with me. And you know it. The only time in your life you've ever liked yourself was pretending to be someone I might like. Without me? You're just your dad.

I'm not just pretty anymore, I am pretty for my age. It is the truth: My value has decreased.

But I felt, for once, decent. Not telling-myself-I-am decent, but just decent.

Why in God's name do you even want to be with me? I'm boring, average, uninteresting, uninspiring. I'm not up to par. You spent the last few years telling me this.' 'Only because you stopped trying,' I say. 'You were so perfect, with me. We were so perfect when we started, and then you stopped trying. Why would you do that?

I know women whose entire personas are woven from a benign mediocrity. Their lives are a list of shortcomings: the unappreciative boyfriend, the extra ten pounds, the dismissive boss, the conniving sister, the straying husband. I've always hovered above their stories, nodding in sympathy and thinking how foolish they are, these women, to let these things happen, how undisciplined.

I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him. Is that wrong? I don't even know anymore.