Quotes About Validation

Papa, look," I said, waving the prize handkerchief in the air. "I won! I won first prize!" "Hmmph," he said, sounding unimpressed. "I'll be sure to have you stitch some flowers on the forehead of my next patient.

Instead of measuring my success and value by my own standards, I was measuring it by how others perceived me.

You feel stupid. Doesn't mean you are.

I won't say I told you so. But let's just take a moment of silence to think about the fact that I was right.

I didn't want to be the glass ballerina or the knife. I wanted to prove, at least to myself, that I was something.

Libby Strout, you deserve to be seen.

Worthless. Stupid. These are the words I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid.

Provable truths are what we need.

Papa talks enough of my defects, and shows enough scorn of me, to make it natural I should doubt myself - I doubt whether I am not altogether as worthless as he calls me, frequently; and then I feel so cross and bitter, I hate everybody!

Moja draga majka znala je govoriti da nikada ne?u na?i udoban dom, i ve? prošlog ljeta dokazao sam sebi da ga uop?e nisam dostojan.

I should have had the joy Without the fear to justify, —

there is always something comforting about knowing that you are not alone. That other people feel the way you do. That you are a bit screwed up, but still normal.

I wanted to know how ugly I could get, how ruined and ugly and spoiled, before they stopped trying to fuck me. I didn't think they'd ever notice. Nobody had so far. Because I was still in the shape of a beautiful girl. Although I behaved like an ugly one.

In hindsight, I have no idea why he was ever with me. He thought highly of my breasts. And . . . that's it, I think.

We all perform. It's what we do for each other all the time, deliberately or unintentionally. It's a way of telling about ourselves in the hope of being recognized as what we'd like to be.

There's a boy whose affection I am determined to hunt down and kill. It used to be material objects I felt I needed to be happy. It would make me feel stable if I had him. If I had someone like him, it would prove that I'm stable, and then I wouldn't have to do the work to get there. I am constantly looking for ways to cede control of my worries to someone, anyone.

Dear Internet: One Billion Hysterical Opinions Do Not Carry the Weight of a Single Fact.

It is unrealistc to expect people to see you as you see yourself.

When someone is properly grounded in life, they shouldn't have to look outside themselves for approval.

Who are these people whose admiration you seek? Aren't they the ones you are used to describing as mad? Well, then, is that what you want – to be admired by lunatics?

Take the example of a public speaker. He is confident that he has written a good speech, he has committed the thing to memory, and can deliver it smoothly. Still he agonizes, [6] because it's not enough for him to be competent, he also hungers for the crowd's approval.

Who exactly are these people that you want to be admired by? Aren't they the same people you are in the habit of calling crazy? And is this your life ambition, then – to win the approval of lunatics

When someone is properly grounded in life, they shouldn't have to look outside themselves for approval.

There are many who find a good alibi far more attractive than an achievement. For an achievement does not settle anything permanently. We still have to prove our worth anew each day; we have to prove that we are as good today as we were yesterday. But when we have a valid alibi for not achieving anything we are fixed, so to speak, for life.