Quotes About Self-perception

There is nothing more attractive than confidence, once she sees her own beauty, everyone else will.

I stand out not because I am six feet tall, But because I feel six feet tall.

I don't think I'm very cool as a person. I'm just better than anyone else at acting cool.

He always accuses me of trying to look'cool', I was like, 'everybody tries to look cool, I just happen to be successful.

Away with the world's opinion of you-it's always unsettled and divided.

A lot of people wouldn't feel miserable in this environment. A lot of people aren't dating my girlfriend.

I am a middle-aged opera queen in loafers that makes out I am a 16 year old death metal skater... It's all fake! My hair is fake, my body is fake and my teeth are kind of fake

I don't give the same credibility to my being that other people give to theirs. Everything feels acted.

What's 'the shit'?" "The picture we have of one another. Layers and layers of misunderstanding. The picture we have of ourselves. Useless. Presumptuous. Completely cocked-up. Only we go ahead and we live by these pictures. 'That's what she is, that's what he is, this is what I am. This is what happened, this is why it happened—

Legalism is a subtle danger because no one thinks of himself as a legalist.

Legalism is a subtle danger because no one thinks of himself as a legalist. My own rules seem necessary; other people's rules seem excessively strict.

I would not care whether people thought I was special, if my life was truly special. It would not mater to me that people could see me as pious, if I could truly live as a woman scholar of piety. I want to be what I seem to be. I act as if I am specially holy, a special girl; but this is what I really want to be. I really do.

He likes to think well of himself," I explained, watching the turn of Anne's head and hearing her ripple of low laughter. "He could not bring himself to turn off a woman just because she's become old. He has to find a way to see that it is God's will that he leaves her. He has to find a greater authority than his own desires.

I had a small looking glass on the wall and I stood before it and gazed at my own reflection.

For most women, being seen, having others pay attention to you, is imagined and experienced as more desirable and more powerful than commanding an army or seizing control of the means of production and reproduction.

The feminist movement taught women to see themselves as victims of an oppressive patriarchy....Self-imposed victimhood is not a recipe for happiness.

A man is only the man he seems to be. Inside, where no one sees, he may be a mass of gnawing worms of doubt and ire and grief. ... No challenge is easy. The measure of the challenge a man rises to at need is the measure of the man.

If I were your enemy, I'd devalue your strength and magnify your insecurities until they dominate how you see yourself, disabling and disarming you from fighting back, from being free, from being who God has created you to be. I'd work hard to ensure that you never realize what God has given you so you'll doubt the power of God within you.

She wanted to run away from herself, away from her face, the hideous face that had stared back at her in the mirror with those frightening unfamiliar eyes.

Guilt and shame have, until now, kept me silent on this issue. I am old enough, even if just twenty, to know that I have no logical reason to feel either guilt or shame, that I was the victim, not the victimizer. Yet I've been so long marinated in both emotions that they will forever flavor me.

Am I being too critical? That's what happens when you feel shitty about yourself. You turn into a bitch.

It was all right to be who he was, but others would probably think it was terrible. A couple of times in the past he'd reached this absolute zero of the truth, and without fear or bitterness he realized now that somewhere inside it there was a move he could make to change his life, to become another person, but he'd never be able to guess what it was.

Someday people are going to read about you in a story or a poem. Will you describe yourself for those people?' Oh, I don't know. I'm a fat piece of shit, I guess.

I was a whimpering dog inside, nothing more than that. I looked for work because people seemed to believe I should look for work, and when I found a job I believed I was happy about it because these same people – counselors and Narcotics Anonymous members and such – seemed to think a job was a happy thing.