Quotes About Self-compassion

9. Not to feel exasperated, or defeated, or despondent because your days aren't packed with wise and moral actions. But to get back up when you fail, to celebrate behaving like a human—however imperfectly—and fully embrace the pursuit that you've embarked on.

I can move on now, because here, at this moment, no matter how fragile it might be, I can feel okayness growing inside me. The funny thing is that okayness is not a real word. It's not in the dictionary. But it's in me.

I have been a longtime perpetrator of hate crimes against myself, and I am turning myself in. I have had enough.

Too often, our minds are so burdened because of the mistakes we have made that we do not take the time to forgive ourselves and others and start over again.

I try not to waste time feeling bad for myself, because when I do, there's no room for happiness.

I think you always need to try your best, but at the same time you can only do what you can do. Don't beat yourself up about it.

When was the last time you thanked you for always being there for you? Self appreciation soothes an aching soul.

My beloved child, break your heart no longer. Each time you judge yourself, you break your own heart.

When guilt rears its ugly head confront it, discuss it and let it go. The past is over. It is time to ask what can we do right, not what did we do wrong. Forgive yourself and move on.

I definitely use my music to kind of alleviate my stress and get me through specific moments in time where I'm just being really tough on myself.

I hid my wounds because I was ashamed...but now I know that I was also afraid of being reduced..

Alone I had to face the difficult task of changing myself, to stop the everlasting reproaches, which were so oppressive and which reduced me to such terrible despondency.

Friday, 16 June, 1944 ... There's one golden rule to keep before you: laugh about everything and don't bother yourself about the others! It sounds selfish, but it's honestly the only cure for anyone who has to seek consolation in himself.

Kindness toward others and radical kindness to ourselves buy us a shot at a warm and generous heart, which is the greatest prize of all. Do you want this, or do you want to be right? Well, can I get back to you on that? I

We can pray for a shot at having a life in which we are present and awake and paying attention and being kind to ourselves. We can pray, "Hello? Is there anyone there?" We can pray, "Am I too far gone, or can you help me get out of my isolated self-obsession?" We can say anything to God. It's all prayer.

but you have to remind yourself that perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor.

Don't be mean to yourself, though . . .this is the only sin.

But as Rumi said, "Through love all pain will turn to medicine," not most pain, or for other people; and the pain and failures grew me, helped slowly restore me to the person I was born to be. I had to learn that life was not going to be filling if I tried to scrunch myself into somebody else's idea of me, i.e., someone sophisticated enough to prefer dark chocolate. I like milk chocolate, like M&M's: so sue me. But I no longer have to stuff myself to the gills.

Love is gentle if sometimes amused warmth for annoying and deeply disappointing people, especially ourselves.

Of course, there will always be more you could do, but you have to remind yourself that perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor.

Could you say this about yourself right now, that you have immense and intrinsic value, at your current weight and income level, while waiting to hear if you got the job or didn't, or sold your book or didn't? This idea that I had all the value I'd ever need was concealed from me my whole life. I want a refund. In this world of suffering and grace, of brokenness and sky, of bad skin and buckteeth and one another, I cannot add to the value of myself.

I learned to tolerate images rising in me like bruises.

I tucked my arm under my head and started crying like a child. I was perishing from exhaustion. I was worn and miserable and I loved crying. I couldn't do anything else. I gave in to it fully. I felt that profound release of the utterly grief-stricken. I didn't give a damn who saw or heard. I cried and cried.

We find greater lightness & ease in our lives as we increasingly care for ourselves & other beings.