Quotes About Self-care

The best method of protecting oneself against the inflow of negative thoughts being released by other people is that of keeping the broadcasting station so busy sending out positive thoughts that no time will be available for receiving negative thoughts. This formula is unbeatable.

It's up to you how you waste your time and money. I'm staying here to read: life's too short.

Learning to skip has brought control into her life. Whenever she feels at all sad she switches into this wholly happy gait, sliding, hopping, and sliding again; when doing this, it seems as though her head separates from her body, making her feel dizzy and emptied out of bad thoughts. Does anyone else in the world know this trick, she wonders. Probably not, though her mother sometimes waves at her from the window, waves and smiles.

But rewarding oneself with trips and toys is third chakra love—using physical pleasure to express self-appreciation.

Don't waste time by thinking, acting, or praying like a victim. Feeling victimized only adds to your illness, and should it become a full-time state of mind, it would qualify as an illness in itself.

We can't expect to be over the past in only three weeks, but we can close the door to it and choose to be happy one day at a time." Nessa gave her another sideways hug.

Guilt trips never take you anywhere. Her mother's old adage came to mind.

Guilt trips never take you anywhere

Don't mind all those people who say that you should be back to normal in a month or two. Grieving is all part of helping yourself anyway.

Note to self: Do not under any circumstances fall in love again.

As long as you're around, your life is too. So just as you shower love and affection and attention on the husbands, wives, parents, children and forever friends who sorround you, you have to do so equally with your life, because it's yours, it's you, and it's always there rooting for you, cheering you on, even when you feel like you can't do it. I gave up on my life for a while, but what I've learned is that even when that happens and especially when that happens, life never gives up on you.

Sometimes I have to remind myself to breathe. You would think it would be an innate human instinct but no, i inhale and forget to exhale and so I find my body rigid, all tensed up, heart pounding , chest tight with an anxious head wondering what's wrong.

I'm not one of those people who live and breathes their job, I don't take it so seriously that I want to stay longer than I am paid for or want to socialize with people I spend most of my waking hours with and would never choose to say more than two words to in the real world.

I must stop feeling so deeply but I must not be numb; I must move on but I must not forget; I must be happy but not reject sadness; I must embrace but not cling; I must deal with but not dwell on; I must confront but not attack; I must eliminate but not annihilate; I must be gentle with myself but I must be strong.

So just as you shower love and affection and attention on the husbands, wives, parents, children and forever friends who surround you, you have to do equally with your life, because its yours, its you, and its always there rooting for you, cheering you on, even when you feel like you can't do it.

As women, we dress to please ourselves, to hide our imperfections, to accentuate our best features. Our clothing is an extension of who we are, a reflection of what we are thinking and feeling.

Well, I'll tell you one thing, you can give him all the help in the world, but unless he learns to fend for himself, it'll be useless.

I've learned that a ten-minute shower and the gift of going to the toilet without a ticking clock restores much more in new parents than personal hygiene.

Rosie honey, you're 25 years old, you've got at least ten years of your life left before it's over. You should get out there and enjoy yourself, stop letting the weight of the world rest on your shoulders.

It's something I've always wanted to do but never did. With work and everything it's hard to find the time to do things for yourself. So I just thought one day, fuck it, do it. And I did. Or at least I'm trying.

She's found a way to live again. She deserves it. It's not right to be living with such anger. It's unhealthy. It destroys things.

When I went home…I promised myself, I would take a cool shower and I would read. After a day spent dealing with others, television was just one more batch of voices to listen to; I'd rather have a book in my hands than the remote control.

Today was going to be a hard day, and I always felt better when I was dressed while handling a crisis. Something about putting on my underwear makes me feel more capable.

Though I didn't mind being by myself from time to time—in fact, I enjoyed it—I'd had a little too much of it lately. And being alone is a lot more fun if it's optional.