Quotes About Worthiness

Am I really not worth shaving for?

I grieved, but a part of me felt a lightening of a burden that I had carried all my life: that I could never be worthy of them, that I would always disappoint or fail them. As an unknown slave in the fields of the baron, I knew the worst was over. I had failed them. At least I could not do so again

He felt a chill on the back of his neck. It was self-doubt, the black beetle that had pursued him all his life, pinching at him, poisoning his every success, whispering in his ear about his flaws and his failures and his unworthiness. He hadn't felt it in months, but the pinprick of its claws was instantly familiar. They informed him with their tiny tattoo that he had almost certainly done something immensely, irrevocably, and unforgivably stupid.

Prove that you are my daughter, prove that you are mine. Prove to me that you are the blood of the dragon. Prove you are worthy of that mark on your skin.

Stop picking on yourself, worrying if you're good enough, wondering what people will see if you let them see your heart. This is what they'll see: that you are a lovable and delightful soul, a beautiful child of God.

Women talk about love. From girlhood on, we learn that conversations about love are a gendered narrative, a female subject...Femaleness in patriarchal culture marks us from the very beginning as unworthy or not as worthy, and it should come as no surprise that we learn to worry most as girls, as women, about whether we are worthy of love.

This fear of maleness that they inspire estranges men from every female in their lives to greater or lesser degrees, and men feel the loss. Ultimately, one of the emotional costs of allegiance to patriarchy is to be seen as unworthy of trust.

As long as we feel shame, we can never believe ourselves worthy of love.

The modern world unlearned us how to enjoy leisure time, making us think we need to be productive in order to be worthy.

Romantic lovers require from each other at least the facade of reason: We desire to be what romantic love makes us appear in the other's eyes. We want to imagine we are deserving of the love we inspire.

Maybe it's less threatening to believe that our beloved spouse is worthy to live out his or her unlived life, while we are not.

We know that if we embrace our ideals, we must prove worthy of them. And that scares the hell out of us.

She'd immersed herself in forbidden privileges, yes, but mostly in the belief she was worthy of those privileges. What she'd done was not a revolt, it was a baptism.

She had the look of someone who'd declared herself, and seeing it, my indignation collapsed and her mutinous bath turned into something else entirely. She'd immersed herself in forbidden privileges, yes, but mostly in the belief she was worthy of those privileges. What she'd done was not a revolt, it was a baptism.

She was afraid to want things for herself. She didn't think she deserved them.

Women who were unprotected as children don't believe they are worthy of love—on an unconscious level, they believe that if they were, their mothers wouldn't have allowed them to be hurt. "I don't trust that anything good will happen for me," a woman who was an unprotected child tells herself.

Instead she was struck by the thought that she'd never felt worthy. That was the reason she was always rescuing the world. She was trying to earn her way into heaven. Barring that, she was trying to earn her way into happiness.

I think God's blessing might have everything to do with Him and His riches, and nothing to do with whether we deserve it.

I had spent my whole life hungry for forgiveness. It had not come, so I didn't know firsthand what he was feeling. But I had imagined it, over and over. I'd wanted it so bad. I'd wanted Kai—or anyone, anyone who knew the worst in me—to say that I was still dear, and good, and worthy.

We are saved not because we are worthy. We are saved because we are loved.

Paradise does not exist, but we must nonetheless strive to be worthy of it.

Nu exist? paradis, dar trebuie s? facem a?a ca s? merit?m s? existe unul.

Kennst du das Gefühl, wenn man plötzlich feststellt, dass es völlig hirnrissig ist, etwas für andere Menschen zu tun, weil man selbst ein Mensch ist und deshalb weiß, wie wenig sie es verdienen?

She simply wasn't the sort of girl who attracted a man like him, and she feared that she never would be.