Quotes About Insecurity

But I see it differently. I think perfectionism is just a high-end, haute couture version of fear.

But a lot of people don't know exactly what their passion is, or they may have multiple passions, or they may be going through a midlife change of passion—all of which can leave them feeling confused and blocked and insecure.

People have a strange trust in their devils, indeed.

Looking down on their glossy heads, I realized that they were indeed threatened; they were simply unaware of it. We are all vulnerable.

But sometimes a man who is very good thinks, I am very bad, and it—destructs his life, everything. Because he does not believe that he has any right to do something, so he does less and less.

The disaster of being old was in not feeling safe to venture anywhere, of seeing freedom put out of reach.

I dont know if im running because i'm scared or if i'm scared because i'm running.

My mom feared the outside world and my dad feared me and my mom; we lived in a paranoid household in which everyone defined his own enemies and pretty soon everyone was implicated.

How could I let anybody see me this way? How could I expose other people to my person, to this bane to the world? I was one big mistake.

I feel rather a fool writing down my thoughts

Fear, to put it plainly, hovered close about that little camp, and though all three would have been glad to speak of other matters, the only thing they seemed able to discuss was this—the source of their fear. They tried other subjects in vain; there was nothing to say about them.

We are not sure of sorrow,And joy was never sure.

Two things cause people to be destroyed: fear of poverty and seeking superiority through pride.

There is little doubt that had de Menezes been blond and blue-eyed, he would not even have entered the police's surveillance radar.

You never know if you're a writer. You can't trust it. If you woke up and said, 'I'm a writer ' it would be gone. You wouldn't see anything for miles - even the dust would be running away.

Finally she lets herself think about how it feels: to be so frightened that you almost can't breathe to speed so fast and be so completely out of control to know the meaning of helplessness to spin across a shining space knowing any moment you might end up hurt, but likewise, all the same, like plus wise you just might not.

thirty two years old, no-fixed-hours casual contract junior lecturer at a university in London, living the dream, her mother says, and she is, if the dream means having no job security and almost everything being too expensive to do and that you're still in the same rented flat you had when you were a student over a decade ago …

Elisabeth is faintly perturbed. She realizes this is because she likes to imagine her mother knows nothing much about anything.

That's how women are, always studyin' each other and wonderin' how they look up 'gainst the next.

Stop it, she told herself. Buck up. Buck up. Things were going well. Very well. What did it matter what people thought? Robert was starting to relax. Those old women—who cared? They were as irrelevant as Polly herself was, and she was shown and told about her diminished status at every juncture.

Contempt is the weapon of the weak and a defense against one's own despised and unwanted feelings.

we will never see our own bodies, existing for the eyes of others.

I feel awkward, I don't know how to stand up among others.

I say I don't know how to make them accept me.