You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.
You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection
Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.
You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.
Don’t worry if people think you’re crazy. You are crazy. You have that kind of intoxicating insanity that lets other people dream outside of the lines and become who they’re destined to be.
I want to be the best version of myself for anyone who is going to someday walk into my life and need someone to love them beyond reason.
I met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past, present and future were all the same thing.
We are at our most powerful the moment we no longer need to be powerful.
Often, it’s not about becoming a new person, but becoming the person you were meant to be, and already are, but don’t know how to be.
It is not worth the while to let our imperfections disturb us always.
You're always with yourself, so you might as well enjoy the company.
Stop trying to be less of who you are. Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back.
Wanting to be someone else is a waste of who you are
Friendship with oneself is all important, because without it one cannot be friends with anyone else in the world.
Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. Your really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.
The mistake ninety-nine percent of humanity made, as far as Fats could see, was being ashamed of what they were; lying about it, trying to be somebody else.
I feel like, God expects me to be human. I feel like, God likes me just the way I am: broken and empty and bruised. I feel like, God doesn't look at me and wish that I were something else, because He likes me just this way. I feel like, God doesn't want me to close my eyes and pray for Him to make me holy or for Him to make me pure; because He made me human. I feel like, God already knows I'm human...it is I who needs to learn that.
There is a magnificent, beautiful, wonderful painting in front of you! It is intricate, detailed, a painstaking labor of devotion and love! The colors are like no other, they swim and leap, they trickle and embellish! And yet you choose to fixate your eyes on the small fly which has landed on it! Why do you do such a thing?
Celebrate who you are in your deepest heart. Love yourself and the world will love you.
Accept yourself: flaws, quirks, talents, secret thoughts, all of it, and experience true liberation.