Quotes About Self-improvement

Such people are their own punishment.

Spend each day trying to be a little wiser than you were when you woke up. Day by day, and at the end of the day-if you live long enough-like most people, you will get out of life what you deserve.

Develop into a lifelong self-learner through voracious reading; cultivate curiosity and strive to become a little wiser every day.

The race advances only by the extra achievements of the individual. You are the individual.

How many times have I failed before? How many times have I stood here like this, in front of my own image, in front of my own person, trying to convince him not to be scared, to go on, to get out of this rut? How many times before I finally convince myself, how many private, erasable deaths will I need to die, how may self-murders is it going to take, how many times will I have to destroy myself before I learn, before I understand?

The time I spent thinking about how I was better than somebody else or worrying about somebody else's attitude was time I could put to better use.

Being slagged off is good for you. It thickens the skin and strengthens the backbone.

Man cannot live by incompetence alone.

Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were.

Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you are.

Gregor wanted more knowledge than the village grammar school could provide. The next level of school was a half-day's journey away. To attend, he would have to eat and sleep there. His parents scraped together every cent they could, but they could only afford to pay for books, a bed, and half of Gregor's meals. Twelve-year-old Gregor went anyway. He chose to feed his mind and go without food to fill his grumbling belly. At school, he feasted on his lessons.

It seemed to me the way it must feel to people who cut themselves on purpose. Not pretty, but clean. Not good, but void of regret. I was trying to heal. Trying to get the bad out of my system so I could be good again. To cure me of myself.

This is not the moment to wilt into the underbrush of your insecurities. You've earned the right to grow.

You've earned the right to grow. You're going to have to carry the water yourself.

The only way to override your limitations, insecurities, jealousies, and ineptitude is to produce.

she had to be her best self more often than it's reasonable for any human to be. And you know what's so never-endingly beautiful to me? She was. She was imperfect. She made mistakes. But she was her best self more often than it's reasonable for any human to be.

You must do everything you can to get what you want and need, to find "that type of love." It's there for you. I know it's arrogant of me to say so, because what the hell do I know about looking like a monster or a beast? Not a thing. But I do know that we are here, all of us—beasts and monsters and beauties and wallflowers alike—to do the best we can. And every last one of us can do better than give up.

I mean: be your best, most gigantic self.

Real change happens on the level of the gesture. It's one person doing one thing differently than he or she did before. It's the man who opts not to invite his abusive mother to

I know it's a kick in the pants to hear that the problem is you, but it's also fucking fantastic. You are, after all, the only person you can change.

It's not about becoming a movie star. It's about the down-in-the-dirt art of inhabiting the person you aspire to be while carrying on your shoulders the uncertain and hungry man you know you are.

You can't cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It's just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.

Everything I've ever done was out of fear of being mediocre.

What?' I said, and increased the speed of his treadmill to four kilometres per hour. 'Slower, bhai.' 'It's fine. Your heart rate should go up. You weighed yourself? How much was it?' 'Ninety-five point five.' 'That's too much, Saurabh.' 'I am working on it. One day I will have a six-pack like you. Actually, I do have one. It's just hidden under some tissue.