Quotes About Insecurity

Worried, I touched the jacket's sleeve. "You think it's too much?" I asked, working hard to keep my tone non-combative. I'd had this conversation with ex-roommates before.

Silly little vamp, afraid of her feelings.

The blood drained from my face, and I pulled out of his reach. "No." If Ford put me under, I had no idea what might come out.

He did not want to be struck by her again. Or worse, denied her company.

It was hard for her not to feel that a person loving her was making a big mistake. Because she knew herself better than they did, so knew their love was given in error.

When I'm with you I feel faintly anxious, judged, inadequate. Not the kind of person you like, which I find offensive, and thus behave more like that part of me than ever. Though I want your good opinion too, but that desire I find irritating, and so contradicted in myself. Why should I care? You don't care. And yet you do care. I love you, you said. And she wanted him to feel that way when he was with her.

It was hard for her not to feel that a person loving her was making a big mistake, because she knew herself better than they did, so knew their love was given in error, and thus they must be some kind of fool. And yet it was precisely that misplaced love she wanted; someone who would like you more than you do; someone who likes you despite yourself; someone more generous to you than you are.

but this time around, she had tried to be more trusting. She'd told herself that being paranoid, skeptical, and insecure wasn't good, and that maybe Tim really did love her as much as he said he did. She had also decided that he didn't seem like the kind of man who would be unfaithful, not with his regularly talking

but what Serena hadn't been able to deal with was the pathetic way Diane had always bragged about everything. From having the better father to receiving all

People like me who lack something are liable to become spiteful critics.

This mountain of a man was learning that his considerable might- which he'd clearly relied on for everything - was futile with her.

I can't lose you. The very thought makes me crazed. I can't even allow myself to imagine you leaving me.

Why couldn't I be down there having fun like a normal teenage girl? Why did I always have to feel threatened? Under fire?

Take care, lest you lose a male who'll desire only you-and gain a male who'll desire only others.

As they walked the drive, he said, Hold my hand. Big vampire scared the wittle Valkyrie will get away? He turned to her with his brows drawn. I just want to hold your hand.

We were all disconnected now. And I didn't know when the switchboard had gone down. What if he'd . . . drowned?

He cleared his throat. When she jerked her gaze to his face, he raised his eyebrows. Caught ogling the prey! The indignity! What is wrong with me?

Her enhanced boobs dwarfed my 32Cs; she could legit carry drinks without a tray. I always pictured her balancing martinis on her mammaries with circus music teed up.

I adore my mother, but I fear for her. She seems helpless, caught in the vortex of my father's dark moods and unpredictable behavior. I try never to displease her. I love the scent of Juicy Fruit gum on her breath and the hint of Joy perfume on her neck, the crisp crinkle of her hair stiff with aerosol spray and the chipped pink polish on her nails.

I had lesser friends who would pretend to be interested in a night of catching up and then morph into giggly backstabbers at the first whiff of Polo Aftershave--woman who were lightning fast with the put-down joke or dismissive wave, whatever it took to seem more pretty or witty or larger chested to the nighly swarm of male barflies.

Life with an unreliable mother had robbed her of the sense of security necessary for upward mobility. It had rendered her anxious and shortsighted.

But how about my courage? asked the Lion anxiously. You have plenty of courage, I am sure, answered Oz. All you need is confidence in yourself. There is no living thing that is not afraid when it faces danger. The True courage is in facing danger when you are afraid, and that kind of courage you have in plenty. Perhaps

I am afraid I shall never have any brains, after all!

I never feel sexy. I have a distant relationship with the mirror.