I'm not a perfect person. I never will be. I'm not going to try to be.
In my relationship, I was giving myself away to make the relationship better, but in actuality, wasn't doing better by doing that. I became less of a man.
I've made a kind of pact with myself where I said, It doesn't matter what it is as long as I'm acting.
I've been saying to people for a long time, 'If you're not doing something you're tremendously excited about, and you're not feeling passionate about it, you're compromising yourself every day.'
I think I'm maintaining the quality, but internally I'm paying for it.
Changes made to please others are unrealistic, but more important, they're unfair to you.
The only thing of which one can be guilty is of having given ground relative to one's desire.
There was a time I was willing to be a clown for people who I felt were the perfect person for me.
I think as a mature artist, you're probably always trying to undo the compromises of one's self [in general]. It's not necessarily to do with youth.
I do force myself to sleep with myself to get the job. But that's always a disappointment.
Each day that you're moving toward your dreams without compromising who you are, you're winning
We compromise ourselves the day we are born. If we are looking for the original sin, there it is- our incapacity to live honestly with ourselves because we are human, because we are shackled by custom, by obligations and we accept compromise only in the light of our conscience, answerable as we are only to ourselves.
Once you compromise yourself in one way, you compromise yourself in another way. And you've just opened the door to compromise, mediocrity, settling.
Once you permit yourself to compromise, you fail yourself.
A couple of compromises in a row and suddenly you're very far way from the person you thought you were.
Often we lose our identity trying to please or placate others.
Ser compreendido é prostituir-se.
You know what, if you compromise and do stuff that's not becoming to you as an artist, that's your fault.
As girls grow up and download what it means to be a culturally acceptable 'good girl,' they learn to please others at the expense of themselves. They worry about protecting relationships - and what people think of them - at all costs.
It's always disappointing when people decide for one reason or another that they don't like your work anymore, but you can't try to please people, because then you're just going to be doing - you'll never live it down, y'know it'll always be dogging you around - you might be being a fake about the whole thing.
love wasn't the soft, silky words the poets spoke of. Love,with it's twin edges, was the one factor that weakened so many women, that pushed them to compromised their own wants, their own needs for the needs and wants of another.
Every single aspect of myself, let me put it this way, it's all about trying to incorporate. It's about trying to weave the web and keep everyone happy. And of course, it's about giving value to those people so they continue to sponsor me.
It's a real shame if people feel they have to do anything that makes them uncomfortable to be successful.
The minute you start compromising for the sake of massaging somebody's ego, that's it, game over.
To take refuge with an inferior is to betray one's self.
