Quotes About Self-worth

Those who seem most boastful in a conversation, who jealously guard attention or speak over others, are often those who feel most insecure in themselves.

Alice: Is it because she's successful? Dan: No. It's because... she doesn't need me.

We pimp our precious lives to the infernal gnashing babble - Follow me! Friend me! Like me! But don't ever know me.

Anna: Since my opening last year...I'm disgusting. Larry: You're phenomenal. You're so clever.

What's important is that I know how much you worry about shit. And what's also important is that I know a big part of your worry is that, no matter what group of friends you're in, no matter how long you've known them, you always assume you're the least-wanted person there. The one everyone else could do without.

I hate myself. I feel like an idiot saying it because, blah, blah, teen angst, boo hoo, but I do. I hate myself. Almost all the time. I try not to tell anyone because I don't want to burden them, but I feel like I'm falling farther and farther away from them. Like the well's getting deeper and I'm running out of energy to climb it and any minute now, any second , it's going to stop being worth even trying.

Doesn't a part of you think you're making a big deal out of not very much? That if you were somehow not so weak, you could be happy and free just like everyone else?

C'era una volta un uomo invisibile, che s'era stufato di non essere visto da nessuno. Non che fosse davvero invisibile. Il fatto era che la gente era abituato a non vederlo. E se nessuno ti vede, esisti davvero?

The Third Tale There was once an invisible man who had grown tired of being unseen. It was not that he was actually invisible. It was that people had become used to not seeing him. And if no one sees you, are you really there at all? And then one day the invisible man decided, I will make them see me. He called for a monster.

Physical beauty, of all the curses, was obviously the best you could get. It was still a curse though.

There's looking and there's looking. When some men look at you it's a greasy thing. It makes you want to have a bath. With other men it's nice. It helps you know you're beautiful.

If there's one thing I'm well versed in it's my own good qualities.

You are unmannerly,sharp-tounged, and show no respect for your betters,which is practically everyone given your lowly ravel birth." "I am Edema Ruh to my bones. That means my blood is red. It means I breathe the free air and walk where my feet take me. I do not cringe and fawn like a dog at a man's title. That looks like pride to people who have spent their lives cultivating supple spines" -Kvothe

Hasta el mejor de los perros muerde cuando se cansa de que lo maltraten.

The poorer you are, the more your pride is worth.

Estoy harta de que solo me valoren por mi intelecto.-Se recostó en la silla y estiró los brazos por encima de la cabeza-. ¿Cuándo encontraré a un chico guapo que solo me quiera por mi cuerpo?

A veces era muy mala. Estaba llena de necesidad. Como si la forma del mundo dependiera de su estado de ánimo. Como si ella tuviera alguna importancia.

By contrast, what did I have to offer? Nothing really. Less now. I was more like a curious stone that is picked up, carried a while, and finally dropped again with the realization that for all its interesting look, it is nothing more than hardened earth.

But there's a better way. You show her she is beautiful. You make mirrors of your eyes, prayers of your hands against her body. It is hard, very hard, but when she truly believes you…" Bast gestured excitedly. "Suddenly the story she tells herself in her own head changes. She transforms. She isn't seen as beautiful. She is beautiful, seen.

Om man säger till henne att hon är vacker tycker hon att man är snäll, men hon tror en inte. Hon vet att skönhet finns i betraktarens ögon...Men det finns ett bättre sätt. Man visar henne att hon är vacker... plötsligt förändras den historia hon berättar för sig själv, inne i huvudet. Hon förvandlas. Hon är inte sedd som vacker. Hon är vacker och sedd". (s. 384)

She looked at me. Looked away. "You think too much of me." I smiled. "Perhaps you think too little of yourself.

Cuanto más pobre eres, más valioso es tu orgullo.

It doesn't matter if you come from money or you are poor: If your family has already made you feel that you are not worthy, you begin to believe it, and when someone comes along and tells you that you are beautiful/special/wonderful and showers you with attention and gifts, or offers you money when you desperately need it, you are vulnerable and ready to trust

your abuser tried to map your life for you. But he does not own you, and you have the freedom and the power to overcome and transcend the (negative) associations. You deserve to be happy, to be free of any feelings of shame or guilt or fear. You have the right to a completely satisfying sexual life. You are a righteous young woman. If you can get in touch with the feelings and consciously change the awful associations, you can re-map your life.