Quotes About Self-worth

She wept for the man she had abandoned, fleeing the pain she had seen in his eyes, as his love for her kept him stumbling in her wake, matching each footfall yet unable to come any closer. For that she could not allow. The intricate patterns on a hooded snake held mesmerizing charms, but the bite was no less deadly for that. She was the same. There was nothing in her – nothing that she could see – worth the overwhelming gift of love. Nothing in her worthy of him.

Smile, it raises your face value.

Soon I'll be thinner than all of you, she swore to herself. And then I'll be the winner. The thinner is the winner.

If you're told what you should be but not helped to become it, you don't get there. And it makes you ashamed for failing to. When a person you depend on keeps telling you that it's time to 'move on,' 'to grow up,' it makes you feel that who you are now is inadequate or uninteresting.

Even a battered child is sure that it's his fault that his parent beats him. He hopes someday to become good enough so that the beating will stop. I guess the scariest thing for a child to believe is that a parent might be wrong about him—or her.

Jealousy and pride were equally vain.

I can't really change my life to accommodate people who are jealous. I don't see why I should.

You had to face the fear to be worthy of acceptance.

You, my dear, are a sidekick. You always were in the past, and you are now. Azazel has the power, not you. Do not make the mistake of over-estimating your value.

You have a beautiful face, mister. I'd hate to think of it pecked away.

Sexual partners who dropped you without a word caused the most horrible of self-doubts.

We tolerate so much more than is healthy from those who are beautiful.

If a woman knows secret richness touches her flesh, she walks taller.

I have made a mission of you, Khaster. It is my pleasure to mend you." "My lord, I…" Khaster's mouth dried up. "Please don't stand on formality. I want us to be friends. You should hold yourself in higher esteem. Others think well of you while you only hate yourself.

You must know that you are worth much to me whether you accomplish anything or not. Even if you are rejected in the world's eyes, you are valuable to me.

När höjdarna ger dig en lort, putsar du upp den och säger "Men Gud, så fin!" Det för att de blir imponerade av ens intellekt, perceptionsförmåga och kapacitet. Om du inte gör det står du bara där med en lort i handen.

Never be afraid to let people go if they're not right; often that's the only way you can make room for the right person.

We don't want to eliminate the ego completely. Otherwise we'd be wandering around the house each morning, drinking coffee for hours, saying, 'Who the hell am I?' We need the ego to sustain a sense of identity.

Insecure people have a special sensitivity for anything that finally confirms their own low opinion of themselves.

But it's a little like that children's book, THE VELVETEEN RABBIT, but in reverse: if you're not loved for who you are, you cease to be real. Definitely for the other person, and maybe for yourself, too.

In a weird way I must have loved my little collection of hurts and wounds. They provided me with some real nice sympathy, with the feeling I was exceptional...What a special case I was.

It's so important to break the pattern of looking outside ourselves for self-esteem.

Because it is psychological. I see the boys in the park, the young boys, smoking and playing basketball when they should be in school. I couldn't understand why when I first arrived. Now, I am starting to see. It is because they have been told in school, in their community, on the street, that they are nothing, and so they have started to believe it. Once that happens, it is over. You can't be a man, a husband, a father. You can't do anything, once you start to believe that.

Biped Now that you have hit me, I must dab at my mouth and smile quietly, or not smile at all, but in some way show I am noble, not base. And the dog inside, who whimpers so piteously, and would like to lick your hands —it feels so out of favour— that dog must be silenced before its howling betrays disgrace. But I am that dog. It was I who howled, I who was hurt. I felt the pain. And it is I who despised myself.