Quotes About Self-worth

For all your talk, you don't know the first thing about love." Tears spilled over her lashes and rolled down her cheeks. She slipped the chain that held his Super Bowl ring over her head and pressed it into his palm. "I love you, Bobby Tom, and I'll love you till the day I die. But I've never been for sale. I was a free offering all along.

If you think I'm going to cry all over your chest because you don't feel the same way, you're wrong. I don't beg for anybody's love.

If I were going to put a price tag on my lady parts, I'd find a more appetizing buyer.

Maybe some poor slob would take you to bed if you weren't such a ballbuster.

Come on, Ted. I'm not exactly the type to be a rich man's bimbo." "That's true." A world of compassion softened his voice. "Bimbos are generally good-hearted women who are pleasant to be around." "Spoken from experience, I'm sure. By the way, you may be God Almighty on the golf course, but you're a lousy dancer. Let me lead.

It's a good thing I have an oversize ego because if I didn't, you'd have destroyed it.

People need to concentrate on what's right about themselves. If you only think about what's wrong, or about all the mistakes you've made, you get paralyzed. Are you going to fill up your head with garbage—everything you don't like about yourself—or are you going to be proud of who you are?

She wasn't going to let them make her cry. She'd cried enough self-pitying tears in her life to drown a goat, and all it had gotten her was a big fat nothing. She made herself take a deep breath, but it didn't help break the traffic jam in her throat. Might as well call a spade a spade. That traffic jam came from shame. There was a big difference between knowing people still hated your guts and seeing it in their faces.

Ancora una volta, non si era rivelata all'altezza. Non era risultata abbastanza sveglia, abbastanza carina o abbastanza speciale perchè un uomo potesse amarla

You are one gorgeous creature," he said. "Did any of those loser boyfriends ever tell you that?" Not in so many words. Not in any words, really. And it was nice to hear, even if it came from Theo.

In case you start to wonder … You're a great guy and a halfway decent lover, but no way would I ever kill myself over you." "Comforting." "Or lose even a minute's sleep." "Vaguely insulting, but … thanks for the clarity." "This is the way sane woman behave. Tuck that away for future reference." "I'll be sure to do that.

You come from a long line of homely women, Gracie Snow. Accept the fact that you'll never be pretty and you'll be a lot happie

You come from a long line of homely women, Gracie Snow. Accept the fact that you'll never be pretty and you'll be a lot happier

Tú me dices que te gusta mi cuerpo, ¿y qué hago yo? Te doy las gracias. Luego te digo que me gusta el tuyo, ¿y qué escucho? Una larga lista de quejas.

Nobody else can demean me. I can only demean myself

Remember that you always have the right to be treated with respect, and to protest unfair treatment or criticism. It's vital to reinforce those rights with boundaries.

Once you understand what love is, you may come to the realization that your parents couldn't or didn't know how to be loving. This is one of the saddest truths you will ever have to accept. But when you clearly define and acknowledge your parents' limitations, and the losses you suffered because of them, you open a door in your life for people who will love you the way you deserve to be loved—the real way.

People can forgive toxic parents, but they should do it at the conclusion—not at the beginning—of their emotional housecleaning. People need to get angry about what happened to them. They need to grieve over the fact that they never had the parental love they yearned for. They need to stop diminishing or discounting the damage that was done to them.

It is a lonely existence to be a child with a disability which no-one can see or understand, you exasperate your teachers, you disappoint your parents, and worst of all you know that you are not just stupid.

Wetting one's pants is no kind of self-esteem builder.

She was shrinking into a horrible, ugly thing that no one wanted to see, or speak to, or have anything to do with at all, so she had to get plucked out like a weed, or crushed like a disgusting, mouldy crumb.

You don't need to do anything to be loved by the right people.

Don't think for a minute that God has forgotten about you or doesn't have your back. And don't base God's love or desire to help you on your opinion of yourself. Base it on who God says He is.

Maybe that was the key-just because she'd made a mistake with her life didn't mean that God did, and it hopefully didn't change the way God saw her.