Quotes About Insecurity

I think we can do it. But you don't know for sure, he said. No. Geez, Anita. Don't get rattled on me. We can do this. But you aren't sure. I'm not sure we'll survive the plane ride home, but I'm still getting on the plane. Was that supposed to be comforting? he asked. Yeah. It wasn't, he said. Sorry, but this is as good as it gets. You want certainty, be an accountant. I'm not good at math. Me either.

Somehow I think Trophy Wives wear more makeup and less cutlery. But... maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.

It makes me nervous when you keep answering all my questions with 'I don't know.' Me, too, I said.

There is no loyalty in fear, only resentment

Was I his? Was he mine? Fuck, I didn't know. How could I not know after more than a year? How could I not know the answer to this? What the fuck was wrong with me? What the fuck was wrong… with me? With… him and me, with us? No, with me. With me. What was wrong with me?

Powerful and paranoid—it was a recipe for royalty.

The second you stop questioning yourself is the second that you become the monster.

There is no loyalty in fear, only resentment," I

I was a girl and I had the best deadly toys in the room. Gun envy is an ugly thing.

Nothing is more appealing than a handsome man who is also uncertain of himself. It appeals not only to the woman in us all, but the mother.

It was like someone who is so used to being made fun of that they say the mean things first, try to make it their joke, so the bullies don't get a chance to cut them up. It works, in a way, but it means the person saying the words internalizes the message more, because they're the ones saying stupid, clumsy, fat, ugly—whatever the bullies might say.

I'd like to be jealous," Galen said. "I was all set to be jealous, but damn, Frost, can you just teach me how to do it?

One of my other boyfriends said I hated being in love, and he was right. It always felt so stupid, like your insurance rates should go up, because you're impaired. Romantically handicapped.

That was the real danger with not being monogamous. It wasn't really the sex, though that bugged me a lot. It was the fact that it meant the other person wasn't satisfied, that they were still looking. If you're still looking, sometimes you find it, whatever it is.

don't let other people's eyes make you hate yourself.

If there's anything more annoying than a boy praising another girl's beauty to your face, I can't think what it is.

I'm a dog in the manger. I can't have him myself but I don't want anyone else to have him either. Wow. The more I learn about myself, the more selfish I turn out to be.

I had a really good time tonight. Tons of boys hanging off me. And I could see it was really messing with her head--she kept giving me these dirty looks. So I'm going to get as many boys as I can running after me this summer. Just to make Elisa really…" She pauses. "What would Kelly say? Narked. " Now her smile's real. "I want to make Elisa narked. " I smile back: the English word sounds really cool in her American accent.

There's nothing like competing for your boyfriend's attention with an emotionally needy sibling to make you feel like the worst sort of evil psycho-bitch.

Smoke gunpowder and go to school to jump through hoops, sit up and beg, and roll over on command. Listen to the whispers that curl into your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and bitch and whore and worst of all a disappointment. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this.

He doesn't see my breasts or my waist or my hips. He only sees the nightmare.

You're not dead, but you're not alive, either. You're a wintergirl.

Rumors are spread by jealous people

Dead girl walking" the boys say in the halls. "Tell us your secrets" the girls whisper, one toilet to another. I am that girl. I am the spaces between my thighs, daylight shinning through. I am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame.