Quotes on Self Love

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.

Feel good about being someone who loves selflessly. I think someday you’ll find someone who loves you the exact same way.

Be committed to the relationship you have with yourself. We get so committed to other relationships, but often sort of toss ourselves away. We get around to ourselves only now and then. So, really care for who you are. Be committed to loving yourself. Take care of your heart and soul.

Two loves have made two different cities: self-love hath made a terrestrial city, which rises in contempt of God; and Divine Love hath made a celestial one, which rises in contempt of self. The former glories in itself - the latter in God.

There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person.

It is essential that our love be liberating, not possessive. We must at all times give those we love the freedom to be themselves. Love affirms the other as other. It does not possess and manipulate another as mine.

What men have called friendship is only a social arrangement, a mutual adjustment of interests, an interchange of services given and received; it is, in sum, simply a business from which those involved propose to derive a steady profit for their own self-love.

Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.

Self-interest, or rather self-love, or egoism, has been more plausibly substituted as the basis of morality.

Love other human beings as you would love yourself.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

When we forgive and let go, not only does a huge weight drop off your shoulders, but the doorway to your own self-love opens.

The principle we call self-love never seeks anything external for the sake of the thing, but only as a means of happiness or good: particular affections rest in the external things themselves.

Exclusive love is a contradiction in itself.

It has long been recognized that the problems with alcohol relate not to the use of a bad thing, but to the abuse of a good thing.

Ah, if only there were two of me, she thought, one who spoke and the other who listened, one who lived and one who watched, how I would love myself! I would envy no one.

We have nothing to lose by trusting the infinite power of the Self, except the bondage of our own ignorance.

Poets seem to write more easily about love than prose writers. For a start, they own that flexible ‘I’…. Then again, poets seem able to turn bad love – selfish, shitty love – into good love poetry. Prose writers lack this power of admirable, dishonest transformation. We can only turn bad love into prose about bad love. So we are envious (and slightly distrustful) when poets talk to us of love.

Those that embrace the entire universe with love, for the most part love nothing, but their narrow selves.

Self-love is the greatest of all flatterers.