Greg Behrendt Quotes

I am suspicious of what people might want from me. Do they like me, or my money?

When one has to ask, "Am I really in love?" the answer is always "No".

I wondered if it was really because he cared about me, or if now I was just another challenge.

I dare not hope. I never was fainthearted before; but I cannot believe such a creature cares for me.

We have a tendency to always test people's love. 'I want to see how badly I have to behave before you'll leave me. Because I don't really think you want me anyhow.'

Why, Robert Singh often wondered, did we give our hearts to friends whose life spans are so much shorter than our own?

George looked at her for a long moment. Finally he replied, "And why do you find it so hard to think someone might like you and want to do things for you?

I was about six years old, still Daddy's little girl, even though Daddy couldn't care less about me. How could I expect any man every would?

That was all part of giving someone a piece of your heart; they ended up taking a whole chunk of your mind and reserving it all for themselves.

I have a very vibrant imposter syndrome that goes on throughout most of my life, but nothing more than when someone has to put a hat on me or some kind of sash and go, 'We're giving you this certificate.'

You can do anything you put your mind to. I believe in all of you. Never doubt yourself, even if everyone around you is doubting you. Stand tall. Prove them all wrong.Each and every one of you have something amazingly special about you and don’t let anyone tell you any different. Thank you for being my fans.. and my friends. Thank you for giving me a reason to sing. Thank you for being you.

Deep in her heart, she wasn't sure she deserved to be happy, nor did she believe that she was worthy of someone who seemed...normal.

These days I don't know who really likes me. I always assume most people are bullshitting me.

You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love

And as a writer, your self-worth is literally based on the last thing you wrote.

What dangers you run, O noble souls! Often, you give your heart, but we take only your body. Your heart is left to you and you look at it in the shadows and shudder.

Brain gets bent, heart gets broken You can't jump off once the pages turn School is out but never over That's the only lesson you can learn

Think long and hard before offering your heart to someone who can only accept it part-time

But I hadn't known what love was. And I wondered how you could ever be sure, when you thought you loved someone, if you really did.

Yes, I-- I think I love her. Is that nuts?

What is a valid reason for someone to love someone else? Since apparently I’m doing it wrong.

Why am I always at war with myself? Why have I told, as if upon compulsion, what I knew all along I ought to have withheld? Why am I making a friend of this woman beside me, in spite of the whispers against her that I hear in my heart?

I feel like I’m broken—like I don’t fit together anymore. Like there’s no more room for me in the world or something. Like I’ve overstayed my welcome here on Earth, and everyone’s trying to give me hints about that constantly. Like I should just check out.

I would give more for the private esteem and love of one than for the public praise of ten thousand.