Quotes About Insecurity

I try not feel jealous of the fact that he's been checking in with them but not me. After all, they're his family. I'm only me, the most important person in his life, for a while at least.

Jealousy is a mean, unpleasant feeling that only eats you from inside

Worthless. Stupid. These are the words I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid.

Wasn't it true that the moment two women were together in the presence of their lovers their first idea was to do one another out of them? It was a law of nature!

Hanya orang-orang tak berumah, yang memang sudah tidak punya apa-apa dan karenanya tidak mungkin kehilangan apa-apa, yang ingin melihat tembak-menembak dimulai. Lisa, kepada Quenu

When I asked her what was the matter? answered, she didn't know; but she felt so afraid of dying!

Now all is dashed wrong; by the fool's craving to hear evil of self, that haunts some people like a demon!

Papa talks enough of my defects, and shows enough scorn of me, to make it natural I should doubt myself - I doubt whether I am not altogether as worthless as he calls me, frequently; and then I feel so cross and bitter, I hate everybody!

It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love him what he has not?

Because, in my heart, I'm convinced that I'm wrong.

What vain weather-cocks we are!

Moja draga majka znala je govoriti da nikada ne?u na?i udoban dom, i ve? prošlog ljeta dokazao sam sebi da ga uop?e nisam dostojan.

Sada su sve nade raspršene, zato što je glupan žarko želio ?uti loše o sebi, a to neke ljude progoni kao zao duh.

maybe one of the reasons i don't express myself as well as i want to is because inside, shoved way down into an unseen pit, i'm not sure of what i want.

There are umbrellas for rain. Parkas for blizzards. Storm cellars for tornadoes. But there's no protection for this.

This time, I whispered that I loved him too. Then, I silently listed all the reason: I loved him for his gentleness. I loved him for being an amazing catch yet still vulnerable enough to be insecure. But most of all, I loved him for loving me.

Love made things feel precarious, and, when you got right down to it, everything in life was tenuous and fleeting and ultimately tragic.

I'm far from fat, but her using me as a sounding board on this topic is like me complaining to a blind woman that I have to wear contacts.

Suddenly I could imagine all the things my body might do when I wasn't there to stop it and I felt so vile they might as well have happened. Maybe they had; they just hadn't left marks. I thought about a future full of blank spaces, and I knew I couldn't bear it. If that was the future, I had to escape it.

We used to call it her Cinderella complex, because often when she had agreed to go out in the evening she would be seized by panic and announce that she had nothing to wear.

I've been in the world three weeks and a half, I still never know what's going to hurt.

Our faith stands like an island,' he proclaims, 'lashed by a sea of doubt.

You, she thought. Every flawed, scrawny

I wanted to know how ugly I could get, how ruined and ugly and spoiled, before they stopped trying to fuck me. I didn't think they'd ever notice. Nobody had so far. Because I was still in the shape of a beautiful girl. Although I behaved like an ugly one.