Rupaul Love Quotes

If you don't love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?

my goal is to always come from a place of love ...but sometimes you just have to break it down for a motherfucker

My attitude toward friendship has remained the same. I will support and encourage you with all the love in my heart, but if it's not reciprocal, I gotta go [...] If your friends are bitter about your success to the extent that they act out, don't expect them to change [...] Move on.

Be very careful of what you allow to infiltrate your consciousness and subconsciousness. When you watch too much television, you'll start to feel inferior from all the commercials hard selling the idea that you're not complete unless you buy their product [...] The ad agencies appeal to your fear of not being wanted or loved. It's the same with the local news. They get you to stay tuned with a constant stream of fear tactics [...] It's as if our culture is addicted to fear and the flat screen is our drug dealer. Don't allow that crap into your head!

Ego loves identity. Drag mocks identity. Ego hates drag.

remember to love yourself, because if you can’t love yourself, how in the hell are you gonna love somebody else? Can I get an amen in here?

Life is full of dualities: night and day, black and white, yin and yang, good and evil, birth and death, love and fear. You can't have one without the other. It takes two to create the magnetic pull to generate energy in the first place. This is the natural order: that everything, in contrast, hangs in perfect balance.

When I meet kids who suffer, I want to teach them everything I know about the world, which isn’t a lot, and basically amounts to: Go to Harvard. Make hella money. Read contracts before you sign them. Bring two tiny bottles of Kahlúa and a tiny bottle of mouthwash when you have to go with your parents to their biopsy results. I follow my own advice while trying to hold off on the suicidal ideation while trying to be as socially fucking mobile as socially fucking possible and then these kids fucking find me, and what do I do, but invite them into my heart and tell them, babes, go to school, climb the ranks, kill the salutatorian, make it look like an accident, and in your valedictory address, remind your school that cops are pigs, and ICE are Nazis, and you are John at the foot of the cross, Jesus’s most loved apostle, maybe his lover, and you’re in the holy word, escape to my home for some chamomile tea and RuPaul, there will always be room for you, I love you and forever will.

Ultimately, it’s about the love you give and the love you allow yourself to receive. Everything else fades away.

As the great RuPaul once said, “My intention is to always come from a place of love, but sometimes you just have to break it down for a motherfucker.

If you can't love yourself. How in the hell you gonna love somebody else?

With all the darkness that’s going on in the world, you can look at the darkness. Don’t stare. It will make you crazy. It will make you cross-eyed. It’ll make you what it is. The solution is to create magic, dance, sing, love, create environments where you can find joy.

If you can't love yourself, how in the hell are you gonna love somebody else?

If you are a liar you naturally assume everyone is lying to you. If you're a cheat you assume everyone is cheating you. If you are loving you assume everyone is loving towards you. Your experience here is a reflection of your outward projection.

Sometimes the thing we are not able to let go of isn't benevolent. Sometimes we hang on to past hurts and old ideas. We refuse to let those die, that old darkness. But we have to let go - both of the things we despise and, often, the things that we love. Every ascended master will tell you the same thing: It's the ego that grips, and nonattachment is the path to freedom. But it never stops being difficult to let go - to say goodbye.

Ouch. Well, that will make you never want to work out again,” Jolene says. “Can I get an amen?” I reply, lifting my hands to my lord and savior, RuPaul.

I love stories of people who, against all odds, triumph in an unjust world while looking fabulous and kicking serious ass.

If you cant love yourself, how the hell you gonna love somebody else?

I love dancing. I have always loved to dance. It’s the way the human spirit gets aroused.

Only now I imagine myself in the future looking back at myself as I am today. I see how smart, beautiful, and fortunate I am, and all the many options I have open to me. I bring that loving perspective into the present moment and seize all those options in the now.

What if that - that need to love - was the best thing about me?

Whenever I went to hug her she would say, "Get your hands off of me." But I would say, "Nope, nope, nope, hug, hug, hug!" and she'd just have to put up with it. I think she liked it, really.

We learn about how to enslave the soul and how to enslave our brothers, by buying and selling things, buying and selling each other. But we can only go to the moon so many times, we can only do so much and buy so much. My sisters would tell me when I was growing up that in the future every body in our society was going to have eight pair of shoes. The idea was the that The People In Charge are going to make it better for the other people....I realized this wasn't going to happen. The Fat Controllers are only making it better for themselves. If they have their own way they will have eight million pairs of shoes, and everyone else will have to go without.

Some of the most unforgettable women in the world are men, like Billy Beyond, who walks in all the Todd Oldham shows, Connie Girl for Thierry Mugler, and Lypinska for Gaultier. The point is that drag is pure glamor too.

I do not exaggerate when I say that I never went to one class while I was there. Annette Benning was going there too, and I suppose had I gone to class I might have met her, married her, and she'd be having my babies instead of Warren's!

So many times I've gotten a run in my hose just as I'm running out the door -- late! They've sent monkeys to the moon, why can't they invent panty hose that don't run?