Libba Bray Quotes

Part of my evolution has been to learn how painful most people's childhoods are. They grow up not liking themselves, not loving themselves. Ask people if they were lovable the minute they were born, and watch them sit back and have to think about it. One lady said, 'I suppose so.' That's painful.

why couldn't someone , somewhere , want her for her ?

Parents are your teachers until a certain point, and if they don't give you love, you'll go somewhere else to find it.

I would say what scares me is that I'm going to ultimately find out at the end of my life that I'm really not lovable, that I'm not worthy of being loved. That there's something fundamentally wrong with me.

I think I'm lovable. That's the gift God gave me. I don't do anything to be lovable. I have no control.

I don't want to make a cheap analysis, but when you have, like I did, a father incapable of showing emotion, who spends his life telling you that no one will love you if you aren't perfect, it leaves scars.

I always felt I was wounded. That I was no good, a piece of crap, and that I wouldn't amount to anything, because that's what my father always told me. I just felt like I didn't belong anywhere.

More than anything, whether it's my dad's fault or whatever, I wouldn't allow myself to be loved. I lived most of my life thinking that I was unlovable, that I was broken goods, or whatever.

The really hard moment was when my dad said, 'Honey, if an agent is telling you to lose weight, then maybe you should lose weight.' I was 15, standing in our living room, having a moment I will never forget. I never had a parent tell me to lose weight, and it hurt.

I am worth loving. I do not have to earn love. I am lovable because I exist. Others reflect the love I have for myself.

I don't want your love unless you know i am repulsive,and love me even as you know it.

I'm not sure I'm very confident at all. There was a lot of my life when I thought I was fundamentally unlovable.

Many women are so wounded that they can't love another person.

What I really wanted to do was take this character and go beneath the veneer of Lucifer. Underneath it all, there was a guy who was a hurt soul and rejected from his father. How that played upon his choices was kind of interesting, but also it's going inside a shell of someone who doesn't know what an emotion is.

I avoid social media and articles with negative comments about myself, because the first few times that I got called 'fat' broke my heart; it absolutely destroyed me. It's awful when someone says something like that to you.

When a person only knows abuse, they shift their whole emotional and spiritual life into the context of that abuse. If all you've ever known is to be hurt by the one that pretends to love you, then many times you go to the one who hurts you for love.

We had a severely autistic kid in my class, and I was always picked last in gym class, even after him. Naturally, that made me feel pretty bad as an eight-year-old.

I am who I am and I don't pretend not to be single or burned. And men might not fancy me because I'm too short or too thin.

I will not be touched if someone says, 'I do not love you.' You have the right. You do not have to love me.

Shame--what happened when my mother, the dragon, huffed and puffed and blew my self down.

Oh these little rejections how they add up quickly, one small sideways look and I feel so ungood. Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to make me feel the way I thought only my father could.

The meaning of self-esteem is to feel lovable and capable. As parents, we must love our children unconditionally and give them a sense of being nurtured. That's the lovable part. Then, we must provide structure - rules, boundaries, daily or weekly household tasks that give them a sense they are making a contribution. That's what helps kids grow up feeling capable.

It's very hard, feeling that you're no more than a piece of unwanted furniture in this world.

It is not because we have value that we are loved, but because we are loved that we have value. Our value is a gift, not an achievement.

No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.