self-motivation Quotes

″As human beings, we are responsible for our own lives. Our behavior is a function of our decisions, not our conditions. We can subordinate feelings to values. We have the initiative and the responsibility to make things happen.″

“I must ignore the shops. I must practice frugality, go straight home, and plot my expenditure graph. If I need entertainment, I can watch some nice free television and perhaps make some inexpensive, nutritious soup.”

″As Marilyn Ferguson observed, ‘No one can persuade another to change. Each of us guards a gate of change that can only be opened from the inside. We cannot open the gate of another, either by argument or by emotional appeal.’ ″

“I stayed in school. I was not the smartest or even particularly outstanding but I was there and staying out of trouble and I intended to finish.”

“‘The world won’t come to me,’ he used to say, ‘so I must go to it.’”

“Since his father’s death he had begun more and more to differentiate between people who did what they should, and those who didn’t. People who did and people who just talked. Ove talked less and less and did more and more.”

“Shame is a terrible thing. Necessary, but terrible.”

“We keep on trying because we know that others have succeeded, and we are not willing to acknowledge defeat.”

“Dreams are what keep a man going.”

“Expending energy trying to motivate people is largely a waste of time… if you have the right people on the bus, they will be self-motivated.”

“I never turn back halfway, never abandon what I’ve started.”

“I had a constant craving, a yearning, to improve and be the best. I never needed external forces to motivate me.”

“They did not know that I did it for myself; that pride, whose slave I was, spoke to me louder than all their voices; and that Doodle walked only because I was ashamed of having a crippled brother.”

“Well! Joe pursued, “somebody must keep the pot a-biling, Pip, or the pot won’t bile, don’t you know?”

When Gregor was already sticking half way out of the bed—the new method was more of a game than an effort, all he had to do was rock back and forth—it occurred to him how simple everything would be if somebody came to help him. Two strong people—he had his father and the maid in mind—would have been more than enough; they would only have to push their arms under the dome of his back, peel him away from the bed, bend down with the load and then be patient and careful as he swang over onto the floor, where, hopefully, the little legs would find a use. Should he really call for help though, even apart from the fact that all the doors were locked? Despite all the difficulty he was in, he could not suppress a smile at this thought.