Quotes About Validation

In my opinion, we chatted back and forth pleasantly through the hour-and-a-half journey, but at the end he said to me, "Thank you for telling me about yourself." It really hit me. He was the dream validator - handsome, intelligent, successful. And that's what I had used him for. I had shown no interest in him as a person, only in him as a mirror of my excellence. Luckily for me, what he mirrored back to me was a far more valuable lesson.

Nicht gesehen, nicht erkannt zu werden, unsichtbar zu sein für andere, ist wirklich die existentiellste Form der Missachtung.

My friends are always conscious of what people think of them. As though life is something that has an audience.

Some people, it's like they care more about their status updates than their actual lives.

and Lynn is dead inside, like a corpse. She Instagrams methodically, clinically, as if she's gathering evidence for defense, like her entire life is dedicated to proving that she has a life.

Constellations exist because someone saw them, pointed, and someone else said, Yes, I see it too.

like her entire life is dedicated to proving that she has a life.

Cunts want to be snowflakes, they want you to tell them how nobody in this whole world compares to them, apologizes to Prince. All the little fame monsters on Instagram, look at me, I put jam on my toast.

know I should apologize and tell her that she's right, that I do wish Jon would see me, that it's eating me alive. But the thing about things that break your heart, it's hard to validate them by saying them out loud.

I always look at the list of viewers and do you know what it was like to look at that list and see your name less and less?' FUCKING INSTAGRAM AND NO ONE SHOULD LOOK AT THAT FUCKING LIST.

Everyone here wants so badly to be watched, noticed. And the upside is that the desire to be watched is a blindfold.

It's gratifying to know that you've appeared in someone else's dreams. It's proof that you exist, in a way, proof that you have substance and value outside the walls of your own mind.

Youth and beauty are not accomplishments.

So it stood to reason that if I could disappoint my own father—if I couldn't get my own father to love me enough to stick around or, God forbid, visit more often than one day a year—how was I ever going to get a man who didn't have to love me like daddies were supposed to? (Hey

How they treat you is not necessarily who you are.

Youth and beauty are not accomplishments… Don't hold your breath for either.

Winning is overrated, because winning and losing are both your acceptance of being rated.

If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?

All some people want from you is for you to recognize their existence — and not mind it.

There are high spots in all of our lives and most of them have come about through encouragement from someone else. I don't care how great, how famous or successful a man or woman may be, each hungers for applause.

Even the people who have had success and made money writing these books of fiction seem to feel the need to pretend it's no big deal, or part of a natural progression from poetry to fiction, but often it's really just about the money, the perceived prestige.

Then I am not a dwarf. My father will rejoice to hear it.

If you think that life has passed you by, or, even worse, that you are living someone else's life, you can still prove the experts wrong. T