Quotes About Self-worth

Jordan had a name for the worries about what his friends are doing with their lives and whether his accomplishments compare favorably: "the cloud of external distractions.

but none of whom gave the impression of being willing to put up with questionable behavior from anyone else ever again.

The hateful relationship between Japheth Dury and his mother must, we reasoned, have spilled over into self-hatred, as well—for how could any boy despised by his mother fail to question his own worth?

If what we are called is not important, why bother with a name at all?

There isn't any one big test or way to validate ourselves in the world. There's just a long, quiet process of finding our place in it

Though beauty gives you a weird sense of entitlement, it's rather frightening and threatening to have others ascribe such importance to something you know you're just renting for a while.

It begins with you. Value yourself. Then value others. The quiet contagion of example can spread. It will make a difference, one person at a time. If each of us chooses to make even a small difference in our corner of the universe, then perhaps we can be part of a movement that could one day transform the world.

Picture the person who intimidates you most. Now picture them crouched like a dog, pooping on the sidewalk, looking up at you, all vulnerable. We all poop. Maybe not on the sidewalk, but nobody is better than you and don't let them think they are for a minute.

you don't have to tear down others to build yourself up

your success doesn't depend upon the failure of others

She would have four husbands and dozens of lovers and tell her best friends she spent her life "searching for a man to look up to without lying down." She claimed the two sons she raised on her own were "my proudest accomplishment"—they came first and then "it's a photofinish between your work and your friends.

Shame is a soul eating emotion.

El núcleo de todos los celos es una falta de amor.

Nobody said he was Alvin Einstein.

The kernel of all jealousy is lack of love.

I suggest that women never explain why they don't want a relationship but simply make clear that they have thought it over, that this is their decision, and that they expect the man to respect it. Why would a woman explain intimate aspects of her life, plans, and romantic choices to someone she doesn't want a relationship with?

No" is a word that must never be negotiated, because the person who chooses not to hear it is trying to control you.

So if I was dating somebody now and the relationship didn't work out, I'd take that as failing.

River smiled sweetly at his tormentors and told them, "If you want to kick my ass, go ahead. Just explain to me why you're doing it." After a confused pause, one of the skinheads said, "Ah, you wouldn't be worth it." "We're all worth it, man," River said with a beatific smile. "We're all worth millions of planets and stars and galaxies and universes.

We're all worth it, man. We're all worth millions of planets and stars and galaxies and universes.

A RADICAL IDEA Take a close-up look at how guilt operates in conjunction with the Upper Limit Problem. It shows up when we're feeling good (or making extra money or feeling a deeper loving connection in a relationship). When we're feeling good, we may come up against the hidden barrier of an old belief such as "I must not feel good, because fundamentally flawed people like me don't deserve it.

I can't expand to my highest potential because I'd be an even bigger burden than I am now.

As the lightness buoys me, I wonder if maybe she was right. Maybe it's not about looking hot for guys, but about feeling like a place acknowledged you, winked at you, accepted you. It's strange because, of all the people in all the cities, I'd have thought that to Parisians I'd be invisible, but apparently I'm not. Apparently in Paris, not only can I skate, but I practically qualify for the Olympics!

It had to do with the doubts. The same niggling doubts I always had about not belonging. I didn't feel like I belonged with my family, and now I didn't feel like I belonged with Adam, except unlike my family, who was stuck with me, Adam had chosen me, and this I didn't understand. Why had he fallen for me? It didn't make sense.