Quotes About Self-worth

YOU are the one thing in this world, above all other things, that you must never give up on. … You are more precious to this world than you'll ever know.

You have so much to offer, she was often told, as if she had a tray of cigarettes and candy perpetually strapped to her waist.

Sometimes i worry about being a success in a mediocre world.

You can't give people pride, but you can provide the kind of understanding that makes people look to their inner strengths and find their own sense of pride.

Choose something big that you think it's really not okay to want, something you think would make you seem greedy or selfish if you asked for it. And make sure it's something you really do want. Then ask for it. Whether you get it or not, fight your impulse to apologize or feel bad. Tell yourself it's okay to want what you want. Combat the impulse to scale back out of fear that you're overreaching.

When does a woman become an adult? Perhaps it's when she stops comparing her life to other women's.

It was God who made me so beautiful. If I weren't, then I'd be a teacher.

The real question isn't "Why aren't you strong enough?" It's "Why do you keep doubting that you already are?

The real question isn't "Why aren't you strong enough?". It's "Why do you keep doubting that you already are?".

I couldn't deal with the kind of need for a man that had ruled my mother's life - the kind of need that made it impossible to breath when self-worth was wrapped up in "I love yous.

Your true value doesn't come from the wonderful things you do, the children you raise, or the business you run. You are valuable because you exist.

When you get dressed each day, look in the mirror and say, "I look great!" It doesn't matter if you're wearing a baggy dress and worn shoes. Pretend! Imagine how you would talk to others, do your work, and raise your children if you truly felt great about yourself. Then live out of that internal picture, acting "as if" those things were true.

Plath was a feminist, in a broad sense of the term: she never undervalued herself or her work. She insisted that she be recognized as the talented writer she was even while her children were infants and she was spending more time as a mother and a wife than as a writer.

I want to be remembered for the work that I've done, rather than the car accidents that I've gotten into, the men that I've not dated - or the man that I have.

Besides, I'd heard too many Karen Carpenter tales at Gladstone PTA meetings, and they often took the form of boasts. The prestigious diagnosis of anorexia seemed much coveted not only by the students but by their mothers, who would compete over whose daughter ate less. No wonder the poor girls were a mess.

We don't put much stock in genealogy where I'm from [...] It's assumed that you're kind of a loser if you have to sink to boasting about your family in order to impress people.

This was the pattern of my life: to love men who didn't deserve me, and, knowing that, to yearn for their love anyway.

I can't accept a man who insists on dominating and pampering me.

There was no irony in her tone and Adele was struck by how often women undervalued their own efforts whilst being endlessly impressed by those of their peers.

And you will always be so much more than a label.

Forty-two is a strange age. Neither young nor old. If I were straight, I suppose I'd be frantically flailing around right now trying to find a last-minute wife with functioning ovaries. As it is, I am not straight, and neither am I the sort of man that other men wish to form lengthy and meaningful relationships with, so that leaves me in the worst possible position—an unlovable gay man with fading looks.

And I'm so sorry that I am such a loser. That I make such shit choices all the time, that I am fucking thirty-three and I don't own anything and that you have to keep propping me up and bailing me out and that I can't even make a marriage last for longer than two months.' She sniffed and wiped tears from her cheeks. 'And I'm sorry that I'm all you've got. You deserve better than me, Dad, you really, really do. I'm so sorry.

Alix knows that she deserves better than being abandoned by her husband twice a week while he gallivants around spending money on tequila shots and hotel rooms, that she deserves her messages to be replied to, her calls answered, a proper explanation for the absence of her husband for twelve straight hours. She knows it, but somehow the pendulum of pros versus cons keeps swinging back to the pros.

Just stop it. Because the thing is, the longer you tell yourself you're a loser, the more likely it is that that's what people will see you as. And you're not. You're superb.