Quotes About Self-worth

We rarely confide in those who are better than we are.

If you prefer to perform well and want to be accepted by others, you are concerned that you will fail and be rejected. Your healthy concern encourages you to act competently and nicely. But if you devoutly believe that you absolutely, under all conditions, must perform well and that you have to be accepted by others, you will then tend to make yourself—yes, make yourself—panicked if you don't perform as well as you supposedly must.

Because when you don't perform remarkably well the next time, back to slobhood you will go! And even when you do perform well, you will be anxious about not doing so next time. So you had better like your fine performance—but not deify yourself for doing it.

Regular praise for even the smallest of accomplishments is the only thing that keeps Ham-it-up Histrionics anywhere near copacetic. Don't waste your breath on criticism of any sort. Histrionics will always believe that the problem is with your perception rather than their behavior. Anyway, if you remember the praise, you can pretty much forget about everything else.

The bottom line is this: With Narcissistic Superstars everything is always a transaction. If you want to get anything for yourself, you have to be as much like one of these stores as possible. Look good, suck up, and price yourself way above the market. Always remember that the more something costs, the more vampire Superstars will want it.

My disease," she said, speaking fast, "dates back to Bible days. Leah had it, in the book of Genesis. It is wallfloweritis." "Huh?" broke in Harding, dazedly curious. "Wallfloweritis," she repeated stoutly. "An acute and chronic case of being a perennial wallflower. Oh, please don't be polite and silly and deny it!

I am wounded and begging, and it's now I who offers herself and clings; people don't hold onto me at all, for I have nothing to give them but myself, myself naked, and it will take a lot of time and tenderness before some resource, some source springs up in me.

Tú estás solo, pero no por eso mereces morir.

Ambos quieren un pedazo de mí. Y mientras más quieren, menos les doy.

La vergüenza es un orgullo disfrazado

No podemos seguir pidiendo perdón por vivir.

When women saw her photo and heard her life story, they clamored to take her course and sit for her treatments. The twin promises of enhanced beauty and financial gain—not to mention Madam Walker's own phenomenal personal example—served as a magnet to women who had always believed they would never be more than maids and laundresses.

It doesn't matter if the compensation scheme is denominated in hundreds of thousands of pounds per week or in bags of potato crisps. It's all a matter of relative worth, because a lot of people either feel, or want to feel that they are more valuable than anyone else.

Is it enough to be a princess, when being a princess means nothing?

You are ugly now, on the inside, where it matters most, and if you ever lost your good looks, i bet you wouldn't be smart enough to get them back. Kyle Kingsbury, you are beastly.

I try not to. I mean, you shouldn't miss people who don't miss you, right?

You can't respect yourself if you're letting someone beat you up–inside or out.

Somewhere down the road...I hope you find [that girls] don't all have the same thing between their ears. The good ones don't put up with macho mind games.

When I'm with you, I don't feel ugly at all.

You shouldn't miss people who don't miss you, right?

beautiful; I was smart, but that was never enough, never what I wanted. I was nice, and no one cared. I was a lot of things, but beautiful? Not me.

But I'm thinking that sounds about right. All my life, Mom's been trying to impress some guy—first my dad, then other guys. She even flirts with guys I bring home. It's like love is a competitive sport for her and she needs to win to feel good.

nightly boiling and then cooling a broth of freshly pounded fudano leaves in which she soaked her feat -and the pale palms of her hands- to an inky blackness. When Kunta asked his mother she told him to run along. So he asked his father, who told him, "The more blackness a woman has the more beautiful she is.

You should never deny who you are to please someone else. If that's the choice, then it's not meant to be.