If you surrender your self-worth to someone who doesn't see your true value, what happens when someone comes along who wants to give you what you're worth instead of what you'll settle for? The bottom line is this: You've got to know your worth, at yard sales and in life, because a lot of people who are going to try to talk you out of it. If they can't see your value, let 'em keep on movin'! Someone out there is looking for exactly what you've got and will never try and undercut your value or question your worth. Some things in life just can't be bartered over or placed on the sale rack, and your self-worth is at the top of the list.
It is a matter of artistic instinct. In his own thoughts and feelings and way of doing things an actor is worth nothing or he is worth something. If he is worth something then he will try to be worth something more as is only normal in anyone who wants to get on. I can think of no other way to explain artistic development.
You must master the vices. You know that if a thing is worth doing it's worth doing well. If, however, a thing is not worth doing then it's worth doing fabulously, amazingly, with grace, style and panache.
There's a certain worth that can only be given to us by God. You see, if you think about it, worth has nothing to do with the object. Worth has everything to do with how much someone is willing to pay for the object. God paid for each and every one of us with His son's life. That gives me chills. That makes us worth a lot.
I have been merely oppressed by the weariness and tedium and vanity of things lately: nothing stirs me, nothing seems worth doing or worth having done: the only thing that I strongly feel worth while would be to murder as many people as possible so as to diminish the amount of consciousness in the world. These times have to be lived through: there is nothing to be done with them.
River smiled sweetly at his tormentors and told them, "If you want to kick my ass, go ahead. Just explain to me why you're doing it." After a confused pause, one of the skinheads said, "Ah, you wouldn't be worth it." "We're all worth it, man, " River said with a beatific smile. "We're all worth millions of planets and stars and galaxies and universes.
I am lovable and capable. I am not perfect. I don't have to be. I have worth. My worth cannot be measured by a grade point average or a scoreboard. The worth I have comes from the heart of my caretakers- people in this world who love me for me. Not for how I look or how I speak, but just for me.Through success and failure I remain the same. I am loveable and capable. God loves me. I am the accepted
Ancient politicians talked incessantly about morality and virtue; our politicians talk only about business and money. One will tell you that in a particular country a man is worth the sum he could be sold for in Algiers; another, by following this calculation, will find countries where a man is worth nothing, and others where he is worth less than nothing. They assess men like herds of livestock. According to them, a man has no value to the State apart from what he consumes in it. Thus one Sybarite would have been worth at least thirty Lacedaemonians. Would someone therefore hazard a guess which of these two republics, Sparta or Sybaris, was overthrown by a handful of peasants and which one made Asia tremble?
You were just worried about me." An exhale, relieved that I had understood. "Yeah" I turned. "Because you think I'm worth it" He put his fingers under my chin. "I absolutely think your worth it." "But you don't think you are." His mouth opened. Shut. "That's what this is about, Derek. You won't let us worry about you because you don't think you're worth it. But I do. I absolutely do.
Whenever anyone has asked me if wrestling is 'worth it, ' meaning is the reward worth the pain, worth the travel, worth the being away from your family, I've always answered yes. And it always felt like it was. But I naively assumed that when I was done wrestling, I could always go home and make up for all the time I've missed with my family and friends. Now, going home isn't the same, and there is nothing I can do to make up for all the time I've spent away from my father. Instead of being proud of my accomplishments, all I feel is regret about not being there for the most important people in my life, the people who have loved me in a way that had nothing to do with wrestling. If you were to ask me today if all the reward was worth the sacrifices, I would say no. Yet I keep on because I'm not quite sure what else to do with myself and because stopping now won't give me any more time with my father.
There's no such thing as `one, true way'; the only answers worth having are the ones you find for yourself; leave the world better than you found it. Love, freedom, and the chance to do some good - they're the things worth living and dying for, and if you aren't willing to die for the things worth living for, you might as well turn in your membership in the human race.
When I look at you I see flawless perfection-I know somedays you think my eye needs more training- but it doesnt-I know what I see-you are a flawless beauty and time only serves to prove this right.You are my one true love-the one I have prayed for-the one I struggled and fought to believe could ever exist-and you are here.It was worth it-waiting for you has been worth it-fighting for you has been worth it.You have redefined happiness for me-I am overjoyed that you chose me.I love you.