Quotes About Insecurity

It was true. I wasn't good with liking someone. my instinct was total self-preservation: show no sign of weakness. This was my pathetic way of being shy.

People who are incapable of having any kind of intimate relationship have to turn to feeling this incredible hunger and void, have to turn to some quantifiable external product to make them feel whole.

Call a girl pretty once, and all she wants, forevermore, is to hear it again.

She'd long ago learned that only those with something to lose were afraid of dying.

Mirror, mirror on the wall... who will bring about my fall?

It has a shiny buckle with PRADA on it, which is Italian for insecure.

Why do you always want to read about other people's lives, Matt? Ain't your own good enough for you

Nothing scares a weak man more than a strong woman.

It's often the small things that hurt the most—a cold glance, a cutting word, laughter that stops when you enter the room.

She's got a big belt around her hips. It has a shiny buckle with PRADA on it, which is Italian for insecure.

It's one thing to think you're worthless, and quite another for somebody else to tell you that you are.

I am full of fear.

Men always do that to women when they feel threatened. They tell everybody the woman must be giving out blow jobs because there's no way she could be successful otherwise.

Almost immediately, his gaze flicked to Will and hardened into the dangerous, dead-eyed look. I saw myself through his eyes: dark hair, low-cut dress, with Will's arm around me. "Oh, that temper." I said.

No one is waiting for me. In this story, I'm the girl no one is waiting for. Usually the girl is fat, but my problem is more rare, which is freckles: I look like someone threw handfuls of mud at my face.

At times the brusque mass of everything that was not him seemed likely to crush Eddie into dust the way he crushed the dried-out moths that collected in piles on the protectory

Ted shrank from these youths, though he was six foot four and weighed in at two hundred thirty, with a face that looked innocuous enough in the bathroom mirror but often prompted colleagues to ask him what was the matter.

Here," he said, thrusting the binoculars at Tabby to break the spell of her self-absorption. "Make sure no Germans are coming ashore like they did on Amagansett Beach." "Why would they, Daddy? There's nothing important here." "To help with your fingernails? Those seem to be very important." She yanked her fragment of a robe around her and stalked back indoors. Dexter seethed at her vanity and his own impulsiveness. It was a weakness.

Sometimes, before coming inside, Eddie would stand in the hall and overhear a festive gaiety from behind the closed door. It always surprised him. Did I imagine that? he would ask himself later. Or had they been easier—happier—without him?

I know people will think it's funny because I've done glamour modelling in the past, but I felt embarrassed about my body and just wanted to cover it up.

Was this a statement or a question? With teenage girls, it was hard to know. They seemed at every juncture to be looking for agreement, consensus, affirmation. To be reassured that they weren't wrong.

His words stayed with her for years. Each night as she lay waiting for sleep, she tried to re-create the evening in her mind — the tone of his voice, his hand on her shoulder. Soon the memory was worn as an old photograph, the edges fuzzy from frequent handling; she worried that she'd gotten the words wrong, forgotten some nuance of his face or voice. Finally she wondered if she'd made the whole thing up.

I know not whether you can make me happy, she concluded to Wortley; you have convinced me you can make me miserable. That

Instead of measuring my success and value by my own standards, I was measuring it by how others perceived me.