Quotes About Insecurity

What is so broken about me? So unlikable? Why does it still hurt?

It's not even the other kids, because fuck them. It's me. My anxiety. I do this thing after I'm around people where I obsessively overanalyze every interaction to see where I went wrong or who I offended.

I always felt like my future was at stake every time I stepped on stage and that was kind of hair-raising. At some point I just went, don't be frightened, you can't do anything wrong, it's your show.

I would drive home and see people wearing my No. 34 jersey and wonder why, because I didn't feel worthy of that. And all the time I just knew people were staring at me, talking about me everywhere I went.

I was often overwhelmed as a boy by feelings of anxiety, and by profound embarrassment about the kind of family that I came from, my fears made worse by my inability to share them with anyone else or even to comprehend what they meant.

From my own experience, I realized that there are many other reasons we procrastinate, starting with fear.

Not when she was trapped inside these walls. It was a prison she'd made for herself—to keep safe. Only she didn't feel safe. Or alive.

I was asking my friend who has children, "What if I have a baby and I dedicate my life to it and it grows up to hate me. And it blames everything wrong with its life on me." And she said, "What do you mean, 'if'?"

Beware of people that envy you.

People that are hiding something deep within themselves, will live a life cloaked in total anxiety.

We procrastinate when we fear a threat to our sense of worth and independence, as a method of avoiding difficult situations.

Fear of rejection can trigger deep fears within us, because as humans we have evolved to live in groups for our survival and in the distant past, exclusion from the group might have meant annihilation and death.

Not being able to protect her from things was the most frightening thing I'd ever felt, and it kicked in as soon as we got together. With every year we spent together, I became more conscious that I now had an infinitely expanding number of reasons to be afraid. I had something to lose.

I was totally clueless about social interaction, and completely scared of girls. All I knew was that music was going to make girls fall in love with me.

And they're right—what could be scarier, stupider, than staying together? How else could you totally guarantee that you would always have reasons to be terrified?

I was just one of those graves that pretty girls make.

We all have our security blankets in this world. Some are just sharper than others.

We all have our security blankets in this world. Some are just sharper than others." (Nightlife, Rob Thurman, 28)

As a result of this dependency, every child's greatest fear is abandonment. To children, abandonment means death. Second

will become whatever I believe a person wants me to be in order to be liked. With

There's something wrong… There's something wrong with almost everything.

You're an artist, Mel. You can't expect to be a success at the same time.' She was warming her white hands. I was not sure that I was an artist, but it was nice to be told.

The conformist is filled with the need for approval. He can never get enough. He runs from one person to another seeking compliments and endorsements for his behavior and actions. As a child, he turned to parents and teachers; when he started to work, to his boss and fellow workers; in marriage, he turned to his mate. He must always have someone around to pat him on the head and tell him he is doing a good job. This bolsters up his poor self-esteem.

Men are always jealous of women who are superior to themselves.