worth

I say that my value is based on my accomplishments. Christmas is God saying that I am His accomplishment and that will forever be enough.

Self-respect is the very cement of character, without which character will not form nor stand; a personal ideal is the only possible foundation for self-respect, without which self-respect degenerates into vanity or conceit, or is lost entirely, its place being taken by worthlessness and the consciousness of worthlessness; and that is the end of all character. It is often said that if we do not respect ourselves no one else will respect us; this is rather a dangerous way to put it; let us rather say that if we are not worthy of our own respect we cannot claim the respect of others. True self-respect is a matter of being and never of mere seeming. As Paulsen says, "It is vanity that desires first of all to be seen and admired, and then, if possible, really to be something; whereas proper self esteem desires first of all to be something, and' then, if possible, to have its worth recognized.

A person that doesn't know their worth will never know yours. Therefore, the longer you hang onto hope that they will finally see your worth is the moment you start to depreciate in value.

When identity is based on outward titles, material possessions, academic achievements or even relationship status, we place ourselves in a very fragile state. Until we are simply __nough_ because of who we are __eing_ and not because of what we are __oing,_ our self-esteem and worth will continue to be __ossed to and fro,_ as our outer conditions are subject to change.

Some days I feel like my worth is being reevaluated every five minutes.

We are not as important to most people as we are to ourselves. As a matter of fact, we are__o most people__ot important at all.

If the pursuit of perfection is a way to prove our worth, in the end the pursuit will only prove our imperfections.

Though the funny thing about never being asked for anything is that after a while you start to feel like maybe you don__ have anything worth giving.

At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it." "Of course. They're always worth it," he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could ever understand.

If there is one thing the psychic taught me, it's that people and events are rarely who and what we think they are. They are more meaningful, more worth our attention-part of some finely choreographed, eternal dance that we would be wise to bow down before in gratitude and humility.

The only truths worth arguing about are those truths that could prevent or lead to circumstances that may bite us in the rear sooner or later.

Finding meaning in the moment is what gives those meanings a value worth remembering.

You are the only person that you'll have for the rest of your life. Cherish yourself. Treat yourself with kindness. Love yourself. Be your own caretaker.

When you understand what you__e truly worth, who is going to be able to make you feel worthless? No one.

Your value does not decrease based on someone's inability to see your worth.

And I went into the new year loving myself a little less, but a little more where it actually mattered.

Here we come upon the old, old craze of the world, which has not yet learned to do without clericalism--that to live and work *for an idea*is man's calling, and according to the faithfulness its fulfilment his *human worth* is measured

The death of our self-worth begins at its appraisal, for such an action erroneously implies that our worth can be quantified.