Quotes About Self-acceptance

I was still alive. Ha! Take that kidnappers. Still alive. Maybe it was my butt that was feeding me. I always thought it was kind of round. I bet my body was eating up all the fat stores from my butt now. Yeah. See, having a big ass is a good thing. Good, good, good. They should put that in magazines. Why diet? Why stay thin? If you ever get kidnapped and left for dead, your fat ass could save your life!

Go ahead, Marlene, thought Edward. Push me around. Do with me as you will. What does it matter? I am broken. Broken.

Then put this behind you. You don't have to change who you are because of one mistake. You only have to make sure you don't repeat it.

I compensated for my athletic deficiency with an upright bearing and an impeccable style of dress that earned me the nickname "the Count"—one bestowed with affection, as I was good-humored about my own foibles.

I look in the mirror every day, when I brush my teeth or wash my face or comb my hair. It's just I tend to look at myself in pieces and avoid joining them up all together. I don't know why; it just feels safer that way. But tonight I force myself to look at the whole thing. And suddenly I see how the bits and pieces add up to someone I'm not familiar with, someone I never intended to be.

I lost a great innocence when I understood that I and my mind were not going to be on good terms for the rest of my life. I can't tell you how tired I am of character-building experiences. But I treasure this part of me; whoever loves me loves me with this in it.

I can't think, I can't calm this murderous cauldron, my grand ideas of an hour ago seem absurd and pathetic, my life is in ruins and - worse still - ruinous; my body is uninhabitable. It is raging and weeping and full of destruction and wild energy gone amok. In the mirror I see a creature I don't know but must live with and share my mind with. I understand why Jekyll killed himself before Hyde had taken over completely.

Just show him that I didn't need his apology, I guess. Show him that I was okay. Better than okay. I was happy, in spite of everything he'd done to me, and no, I didn't forgive him. God help me, I would not forgive him.

wasting what little breath he did have laughing at himself. Because sometimes, that's all you could do. You make a fucking stupid mistake, and you could only call yourself an idiot and then snap back before you screwed up again.

Don't dwell on what isn't here. Dwell on what is. A perfumed breeze, hot tea, rich biscuits, a warm blanket, a purring kitten. And me. That last is the hardest. Focus on being in the moment with myself, comfortable in my own company.

A child will always be what he is, she thought, and not what you want him to be.

I'd think, maybe he truly is something extraordinary. He's what he is, that's it. Maybe that makes him strong enough, being what he is.

He hadn't let what he looked like run his life one way or the other, any more than he'd let the Combine mill him into fitting where they wanted him to fit.

Forgive yourself for not being at peace.

The problem isn't that I think so highly of myself. It is just that you think so little of yourself. Live life BIG, BOLD and OUT LOUD!

In order to forgive an offender, we have first to forgive ourselves, then we can forgive them.In this way we are nothelpless victims anymore, we regain our power, acting from our peaceful placeof power.

The price you will offer yourself to the world, is how much they will buy you.

If I had a prayer, it would be this: "God, spare me from the desire for love, approval, or appreciation. Amen."

may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.

I've had enough, this is my prayer, that I'll die living just as free as my hair.

Self-acceptance is my refusal to be in an adversarial relationship to myself.

We're so quick to cut away pieces of ourselves to suit a particular relationship, a job, a circle of friends, incessantly editing who we are until we fit in.

The relationship with yourself is the most important relationship you'll ever have.

We are never more discontented with others than when we are discontented with ourselves.