Quotes About Worthiness

Do you truly believe in the worthiness of your dreams? Do you truly think they are worth the consistent effort required to make them manifest? Once you truly believe, nothing can stop you but yourself, for such belief is the same power which creates and maintains all existence.

Excuses are the lies you convince yourself are true to avoid proving you are worthy of the gift you were given. Say this with me—"NO MORE EXCUSES.

Ford and the government won't give a man benefits until he's been on the job and proven himself, why, ladies, are you passing out benefits to men before they've proven themselves worthy?

We must transcend the illusion that money or power has any bearing on our worthiness as children of God"

For so many years, I thought I wasn't good enough.

Men jeg innser klart at dette gode er svært vanskelig å gjenvinne; svakhet og lang erfaring har gitt oss en mer kresen og nøyeregnende smak. Vi forlanger mer samtidig som vi har mindre å tilby; vi vil ha flere valgmuligheter, når vi selv minst fortjener å bli valgt. Fordi vi vet at i er slik, blir vi mindre dristige og mer mistroiske, og i betraktning av vår egen og deres tilstand, er det ikke noe som kan forsikre oss om at vi er elsket.

How can you ask for something you don't think you deserve?

The way we judge ourselves is the worst judge that ever existed. If we make a mistake in front of people, we try to deny the mistake and cover it up. But as soon as we are alone, the Judge becomes so strong, the guilt is so strong, and we feel so stupid, or so bad, or so unworthy.

If you abuse yourself very badly, you can even tolerate someone who beats you up, humiliates you, and treats you like dirt. Why? Because in your belief system you say, "I deserve it. This person is doing me a favor by being with me. I'm not worthy of love and respect. I'm not good enough.

But the problem is not that our partner rejects us. The problem is that we reject ourselves, because we are not good enough, because that is what we believe.

Do you remember the first lad or lass you loved? When you felt your chest was too narrow to hold your heart? When it seemed the world was made anew by your passion? And do you remember the fear that comes with love? The fear that it cannot last? The fear that you cannot be worthy of it? Truly we were not. none of us. But did it not come anyway? How we have poured our souls into another's lips and eyes. How we have died and been born again in the ebb and flow of their breath.

I am not worthy of my suffering. A great sentence. It suggests not only that suffering is the basis of the self, its sole indubitable ontological proof, but also that it is the one feeling most worthy of respect; the value of all values.

He was repelled by the pettiness that reduced life to mere existence and that turned men into half-men. He wanted to lay his life on a balance, the other side of which was weighted with death. He wanted to make his every action, every day, yes, every hour and minute worthy of being measured against the ultimate, which is death.

Not every woman was worthy of being called a woman.

I realize that if I were in that situation - living a hard life with people telling them they're not worthy of love - maybe I would be that strong and that brave.

Just being born makes you worthy enough to be here

The idea that you're hard to love is ludicrous.

You shouldn't love me. I don't deserve you.

Sometimes you have to fulfill a promise in order to deserve the love you're given.

Then you're a bigger fool than I thought. Since when has any man ever been worthy of the woman he loved? It's only by God's grace that they love us in spite of ourselves.

We cannot love something solely because it has been ignored. It must also be worthy of our attention.

Don't be afraid," she said, coldly, " as far as love may go she may be worthy of you. It must have taken a good deal to overcome her pride. Don't be afraid, John.

What had she have to wish for? Nothing but to grow more worthy of him whose intentions and judgment had been ever so superior to her own.

What had she to wish for? Nothing, but to grow more worthy of him whose intentions and judgment had been ever so superior to her own.