Quotes About Insecurity

Aku melarikan diri karena aku adalah seorang pengecut.

They made her aware of her own lowliness, her plain looks, her lack of aspirations, her ignorance of so many things.

It's a funny thing Markos, but people mostly have it backward. They think they live by what they want. But really what guides them is what they're afraid of. What they don't want.

people mostly have it backward. They think they live by what they want. But really what guides them is what they're afraid of. What they don't want.

All her life, Parwana had made sure to avoid standing in front of a mirror with her sister [...] But in public, every stranger's eye was a mirror. There was no escape

It's a funny thing… but people mostly have it backward. They think they live by what they want. But really, what guides them is what they're afraid of. What they don't want.

It's a funny thing, Markos, but people mostly have it backward. They think they live by what they want. But really what guides them is what they're afraid of. What they don't want.

Credono di vivere in nome di ciò che vogliono. Ma in realtà si fanno guidare da ciò di cui hanno paura, da quello che non vorrebbero assolutamente.

They say no such things," his wife replied. "No one thinks you are a coward." "I can hear them," he said. "It is your own voice you are hearing, husband," she said.

You're afraid, Nana, she might have said. You're afraid that I might find the happiness you never had. And you don't want me to be happy. You don't want a good life for me. You're the one with the wretched heart.

Es curioso, Markos, pero la gente por lo general tiene una idea muy equivocada de sí misma. Creen que viven en función de lo que desean, cuando en el fondo lo que los guía es aquello que temen. Aquello que no desean.

You're afraid, Nana, she might have said. You're afraid that I might find the happiness you never had. And you don't want me to be happy. You don't want a good life for me. You're the one with the wretched heart.

Take a close look at your life if you dare. Do you understand why you allow your children to harass mine? Jealousy, that's why. You are jealous of the fact that all of your fourteen children could never measure up in Daddy's eyes as much as one half-breed of mine. It hurts, doesn't it? Knowing that your children can never be good enough. But how could they? Just look at them, and the parents that gave life to them. I sincerely hope that I never have to see your face again.

In time, they will grow up to be among the largest and most fearsome predators on Earth; now, they are vulnerable, largely defenseless, and insecure. Like any youngster taking its first steps in a frightening world, they want and need to stay close to their mother.

Jake's POV: Meanwhile, Ally was here with Marshall Moss, who she was obviously going to hook up with later. They'd barely stopped touching each other all night. Even now, they were out in the middle of the dance floor dancing to some Black Eyed Peas song. No reason to be touching for a fast song, but they were. Holding hands while they bounced around with friends. She looked happy. Which made me want to punch someone. Preferably Marshall Moss.

I know I suck, I whispered, looking her in the eye, feeling desperate. I know I don't deserve you. Just don't leave me. Please? I'll be better, okay? Just don't leave me.

Jake's POV: It was just too bad that Chloe was freezing Ally out even though her family hadn't been affected. Because otherwise Ally would be here and maybe I could be making out with her instead of Lisa Freckles. Except that Ally would be making out with David Drake. Was that what they were doing right now? Hooking up at some party? Dorkus Drake got to kiss Ally Ryan whenever he wanted. In what universe was that okay?

Envy is secret admiration. An admirer who feels that he cannot become happy by abandoning himself to it chooses to be envious of that which he admires. So he speaks another language wherein that which he actually admires is a trifle, a rather stupid, insipid, peculiar, and exaggerated thing. Admiration is happy self-surrender; envy is unhappy self-assertion.

You just click your heels and think there's no place like being pwned.

Good God," I whispered, sitting on the van's cot and looking at my legs, horrified. They were hairy—not wolf hairy, but an I-couldn't-find-my-razor-the-last-six-months hairy. Utterly grossed out, I took a peek at my armpit, jerking away. Oh, that's just…nasty.

Head lowered, Al looked at his bare hands, folded in his lap. "I knew you could, otherwise I wouldn't have let you get into that position. But now everyone else knows it, too. I wasn't expecting how vulnerable you would be, and word gets around. It is too easy for…" He hesitated. "You're so damn helpless…," he tried again, his words cutting off once more. "How am I supposed to keep them off you now that they know?

That was the extent of our relationship, but I knew he used me to keep Were women from insinuating themselves into his life. My gaze landed on the fat little black book beside his phone. Apparently that didn't slow him down when it came to dating. Dang, he needed a rubber band to keep the thing shut.

I could not believe this. I was going to be hacked to shreds to the accompaniment of applause.

You weak-willed, jealous sack of vampire spit.