#tee

I don't entirely approve of some of the things I have done, or am, or have been. But I'm me. God knows, I'm me. ↗

— Elizabeth Taylor

#self-esteem #determination

Being classy is my teenage rebellion. ↗

— Rebecca McKinsey

#convention #fashion #manners #rebellion #teenagers

The most stable, and therefore, the most healthy self-esteem is based on deserved respect from others rather than on external fame or celebrity and unwarranted adulation. ↗

— Abraham Harold Maslow

#self-esteem #respect

...but maybe it's just the genetic code of a teenager. If your parents forbid something, you have to want it. ↗

— Brynna Gabrielson

#rebellion #teenagers #rebellion

It's the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#hope #possibility #possibility

Look at this one.” I picked up a small painting of a man with dark hair and a short, dark beard. He wore a loose shirt, cobalt blue, unbuttoned at the top, showing a prominent, knobby collarbone. He looked…complicated and hungry. She’d captured him focused intensely on a book, his face pressed against a wall like he was resting. Or waiting. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #breakups #college #creativity #dating

Self pity becomes your oxygen. But you learned to breathe it without a gasp. So, nobody even notices you're hurting. ↗

— Paul Monette

#lgbt #queer #self-esteem #self-pity #gay

I can see us, living in the woods, her wearing that A, me with a S maybe, S for silent, S for stupid, for scared. S for silly. For shame. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#teenagers #self-confidence

I must be overtired', Buttercup managed. 'The excitement and all.' 'Rest then', her mother cautioned. 'Terrible things can happen when you're overtired. I was overtired the night your father proposed. ↗

— William Goldman

#irony #repartee #the-princess-bride #tired #tiredness

He smiled and squinted at me again, tilting his head up and to the right as he stared. “Maybe what I’m attracted to in you is more than your looks and your brain and your humor.” He leaned closer like he had a secret. “It could be your soul,” he whispered. I pushed his cheek until he was squinting at the door to the kitchen instead. “Is this when you tell me I’m your soul mate, O’Neill? ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #attraction #dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire