Quotes About Empowerment

Let's go. Let's count for something. Let's get off that ledge.

We can't fight another person's battle, no matter how much we want to.

I'm not a compilation of symptoms. Not a casualty of shitty parents and an even shittier chemical makeup. Not a problem. Not a diagnosis. Not an illness. Not something to be rescued. I'm a person.

As for the rest of you, remember this: YOU ARE WANTED. Big, small, tall, short, pretty, plain, friendly, shy. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, not even yourself. Especially yourself.

There's this feeling you get when you write a really good, true sentence or paragraph or scene, and it makes you feel invincible, as if you can do anything. It feels like a superpower, and in that moment no one can touch you. You're the best there is. That's how you make me feel, Jeremiah Crew. Like I'm the best there is.

Better to be the hunter than the hunted. Even if you're hunting yourself.

No one can lock you back in, Libby. You choose whether you let them.

Too many people in this world think small is the best they can do. Not you, Libby Strout. You weren't born for small! You don't know how to do small! Small is not in you!

You need shoving, not pushing.

You know what? Why don't we just forget it? Why don't I go by myself? I think I'd rather go alone anyway.

Libby Strout, you deserve to be seen.

Just like I will decide my life. No more waiting for other people to decide things for me. I'm writing it right now.

I have a section for New Nameless Web Magazine.

Worthless. Stupid. These are the words I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid worthless stupid worthless stupid freak. And then there's nothing to do but run harder and fill myself with other words...

There are bright places, even in dark times. And if there isn't, you can be that bright place with infinite capacities.

That's how she used to feel before any of this happened – strong and sturdy, like she could withstand a tornado.

Now all I see is someone who's too afraid to get back out there. Everyone around you is going to give you a gentle push now and then, but never hard enough because they don't want to upset Poor Violet. You need shoving, not pushing. You need to jump back on that camel. Otherwise you're going to stay up on the ledge you've made for yourself.

You dress to please yourself. If she doesn't like you for you, then you don't need her.' All of this would be fine if I knew exactly who me for me was.

Writing was what I did best, better than being a daughter or girlfriend or sister. Writing was me.

Stop being afraid. Stop thinking too much.Fill the holes left behind. Drive again. Write. Breathe.

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 worthless stupid worthless stupid freak. And then there's nothing to do but run harder and fill myself with other words: This time will be different. This time, I will stay awake.

No." Bren is shaking her head so hard and fast, it looks as if she's having a seizure. "You don't dress to please a girl-- especially not a girl like that. You dress to please yourself. If she doesn't like you for you, then you don't need her.

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.

Aprons don't hold us back-- they take us back