Logomachy, N. A War In Which The Weapons Are Words And The Wounds Punctures In The Swim-bladder Of Self-esteem - A Kind Of Contest In Which, The Vanquished Being Unconscious Of Defeat, The Victor Is Denied The Reward Of Success.
Self-esteem Comes From Who You Have In Your Life. How You Were Raised. What You Struggled With As A Child.
I Have To Live For Me. I Have To Do What I Need To Do For Me, And I Have Stopped Concerning Myself With What People Say.
The Proud Depend Upon The World To Tell Them Whether They Have Value Or Not. Their Self-esteem Is Determined By Where They Are Judged To Be On The Ladders Of Worldly Success. They Feel Worthwhile As Individuals If The Numbers Beneath Them In Achievement, Talent, Beauty, Or Intellect Are Large Enough.
If We Love God, Do His Will, And Fear His Judgment More Than Men's, We Will Have Self-esteem.
I Am Sure It Is One's Duty As A Teacher To Try To Show Boys That No Opinions, No Tastes, No Emotions Are Worth Much Unless They Are One's Own. I Suffered Acutely As A Boy From The Lack Of Being Shown This.
Self-esteem Is Like A Difficult-to-cultivate Flower. It Requires Frequent Nurturing That Occurs When You Keep Your Word And Follow Through On Your Promises.
Black People Are The Magical Faces At The Bottom Of Society's Well. Even The Poorest Whites, Those Who Must Live Their Lives Only A Few Levels Above, Gain Their Self-esteem By Gazing Down On Us. Surely, They Must Know That Their Deliverance Depends On Letting Down Their Ropes. Only By Working Together Is Escape Possible. Over Time, Many Reach Out, But Most Simply Watch, Mesmerized Into Maintaining Their Unspoken Commitment To Keeping Us Where We Are, At Whatever Cost To Them Or To Us (bell).
