Quotes About Insecurity

Jealousy will get you nowhere.

He that is not jealous is not in love.

Jealousy is like wood ants, it will nibble away, until there's nothing left.

In jealousy there is more self-love than love.

To belittle, you have to be little.

Praise is sometimes a good thing for the diffident and the despondent. It teaches them properly to rely on the kindness of others.

When you're appeasing too much, you might be egotistically over-estimating everyone's need for your approval.

Lo malo de gobernar por el miedo es que al final tú mismo acabas viviendo con miedo;

La gente no sabe lo duro que es tener miedo al hombre con quien vives. Es lo peor de todo. Entras en tu casa como si entrases en la guarida de un lobo y respiras si él no está. Y cuando viene, rezas para que no haya bebido, no haya perdido en el juego y venga tranquilo. No sabes qué hacer ni adónde ir, el miedo te paraliza el cuerpo y la mente. Solo eres miedo.

There is perhaps nothing so bad and so dangerous in life as fear.

In depression, I feel I have been taken over and have lost my self entirely. Instead, a rude incumbent has slumped into my life, leaving half-eaten sardines under the sofa and stale smells in every room.

Sometimes I think the difference between what we want and what we're afraid of is about the width of an eyelash.

It is because of men that women dislike one another.

The strongest passion is fear.

Jealousy knows no logic, nor does it respect reciprocity.

He was tall, dark, and handsome in his black-and-silver finery, walking as if he owned the world. Only his quick blink and the worried pucker between his eyebrows gave away the fact that he knew he didn't - not even a little piece of it.

Deep inside him, so deep even he would not have known how to excavate it, was the rank, gangrenous fear that he was not entirely the intellectual being he had long ventriloquized.

And it's that impulse to negate our own impressions that is so astonishingly powerful.

Jennifer thought it must be abnormal for such a young child to be thinking about diets, let alone wanting boys to like her for being "pretty" and "sexy.

She loved him, more than she could ever find words for, but this love he felt for her was not quite the same. It wasn't so much stronger, as more demanding, more insistent. As though he feared he would lose that which he had finally won.

And I saw that all my life I had known that this was going to happen, and that I'd been afraid for a long time, I'd been afraid for a long time. There's fear, of course, with everybody. But now it had grown, it had grown gigantic; it filled me and it filled the whole world.

One friend experienced enormous dukkha when she realized that men no longer looked at her when she walked down the street.

Andy Warhol would like to have been Edie Sedgwick. He would like to have been a charming, well-born débutante from Boston. He would like to have been anybody except Andy Warhol.

Constance, with her plainness, deafness, and superior age (she was three years older than Henry), probably did not strike Alice as a serious rival for her brother's love.