Quotes About Validation

It's like, we all grow up thinking it would be so nice to have hundreds of people falling over themselves trying to grab us, telling us we're great, that they love us.

We've all taken hundreds of selfies until we get the perfect one.

I try not to think about what people think of me. You can't, because then you get hung up in all the people who love you, and you've also got all the people who hate you, because of what you're doing.

There were some that said if you hung in long enough, the world would catch on, and they have.

I don't get too hung up on what people think of me.

I feel myself trying to be charming, and then I realize I'm obviously trying to be charming, and then I try to be even more charming to make up for the fake charm, and then I've basically turned into Liza Minnelli: I'm dancing in tights and sequins, begging you to love me. There's a bowler and jazz hands and lots of teeth.

People got such a charge from seeing their names in print. Proof of existence. I could picture a squabble of ghosts ripping through piles of newspapers. Pointing at a name on the page. See, there I am. I told you I lived. I told you I was.

Wear this, don't wear that. Do this chore now and do this chore when you get a chance and by that I mean now. And definitely, definitely give up the things you love fro me, so I will have proof that you love me best. It's the female pissing contest -- as we swan around our book clubs and our cocktail hours, there are few things women love more than being able to detail the sacrifices our men make for us. A call-and-response, the response being: Ohh, that's so sweet.

I like to think I am confident and secure and mature enough to know Nick loves me without him constantly proving it. I don't need pathetic dancing monkey scenarios to repeat to my friends, I am content with letting him be himself. I don't know why women find that so hard.

I don't get why I need to prove my love to you by remembering the exact same things you do, the exact same way you do. It doesn't mean I don't love our life together.

Nick and I, we sometimes laugh, laugh out loud, at the horrible things women make their husbands do to prove their love. The pointless tasks, the myriad sacrifices, the endless small surrenders. We call these men the dancing monkeys.

People do what they're supposed to do and then wait for you to pile on the appreciation—they're

I've basically turned into Liza Minnelli: I'm dancing in tights and sequins, begging you to love me.

I've never understood why that's considered a compliment – that just anyone could like you.

You were the best man you've ever been with me. And you know it. The only time in your life you've ever liked yourself was pretending to be someone I might like. Without me? You're just your dad.

You're still desperate to have everyone think you're perfect. You never want to be the bad guy.

It had turned me into a knee-jerk suckup to authority. Mom, Dad, teachers: Whatever makes your job easier, sir or madam. I craved a constant stream of approval. 'You'd literally lie, cheat, and steal – hell, kill – to convince people you are a good guy,' Go once said.

So Lorraine found herself, on her knees, surrounded by the most dangerous species in existence—human males with an erection to validate in a world that was only six feet wide.

These young men always moved in a pack, or never without two or three. They needed the others continually near to verify their existence.

Once we give up searching for approval we often find it easier to earn respect.

The four most beautiful words in our common language: I told you so.

If I'm a bitch and a fake, is there nobody who will love a bitch and a fake?

It takes a long time before we cease to feel proud of being wanted. Though God knows why we should feel it, when we look around and see who is wanted too.

Oh, and there was pride, of course. It takes a long time before we cease to feel proud of being wanted.