Quotes About Insecurity

I want to ask him if it's possible that a girl can be born unlovable, or does she just become that way?

Evie didn't mind yelling, but she hated feeling judged. It got under her skin and made her feel small and ugly and unfixable.

And yet, you're still alone. All that trying and still you stand apart, watching from the other side of the glass. Afraid to have what you truly want because what if it's not enough after all ? So much better to wrap yourself up in the longing. The yearning. The restlessness. Poor Gemma. She doesn't quite fit, does she? Poor Gemma--all alone.

Because I'm not enough, she thought. That was the terrible echo shouting up at her: Fraud, fraud, fraud. She got drunk and talked too much and danced on tables. She had a temper and a sharp tongue, and she often blurted out things she instantly regretted. Worst of all, she suspected that was who she truly was—not so much a bright young thing as a messy young thing.

It's as if I've inherited a skin I cannot quite fit, and so I walk about constantly pulling and and tugging, pinning and pruning, trying desperately to fill it out, hoping that no one will look at me struggling and say, 'That one there- she's a fraud, Look how she doesn't fit at all.

You're quite tall.' Just what a girl wants to be reminded of.

I knew it. You're an alien," said her former best friend, the pale, bespectacled creature with the spectacular cleavage. "Yes, I'm an alien and I still made cheerleader. And now I'm going to steal your boyfriend to prove girls can't really be friends." "I sat back timidly when you torched my house, killed my parents, and ate my dog. But now you're stealing my boyfriend? That's a step too far!

Yes, go on. Leave. You're always coming and going. The rest of us are stuck here. Do you think he'd still love you if he knew who you are? He doesn't really care—only when it suits him.

It was hard to feel safe in the world when you were a girl.

Her eyes take on that suspicious, wounded look girls get when they know they've fallen off the top rung of friendship and someone else has passed them, but they don't know when or how the change took place.

I don't know how to accomplish such a look. I find myself with a new fear: that I shall never, ever be this lovely.

Why had this power come to me? I can scarcely govern myself. At times, I feel as if I could dance through the halls with happiness, and then, just as suddenly, my thoughts are dark and lost and frightening.

It's knowing that I'll never have what she has—a beauty so powerful it brings things to you. I fear I will always have to chase the things I want. I'll always have to wonder whether I'm truly wanted or whether I've just been settled for.

It was a machine that required constant feeding- Henry hated the machine, and he hated himself for wanting the sort of admiration it promised, as if he had no worth unless someone was there to applaud it

It was so hard to feel safe in the world when you were a girl.

Imagine living each day and not being able to trust your own mind. Imagine having it lie to you, trick you, tell you you're worthless or that the world would be better off without you in it. It would be like… like always hearing an awful radio playing inside your head, one that you can't seem to turn off.

Sometimes, I wish we were girls again, safe. Mabel snorted in contempt. When has it ever been safe to be a girl?

Whatever is without question is most vulnerable.

A Evie le daba igual que le gritaran, pero odiaba sentirse juzgada. La irritaba, y hacía que se sintiera pequeña, fea y sin arreglo.

Cuando el mundo avanza demasiado rápido para algunas personas, éstas intentan hacernos retroceder a todos con su miedo.

Oh, why should it bother her? But it did. It wasn't so much that Evie wanted Jericho as she wanted him to keep wanting her. It was utterly selfish, she knew. More about her vanity than anything else.

They are trying to hold on to a world that no longer exists. They are blind and terrified because they feel it slipping away from them. They are gripping thin air but they keep trying desperately to hold on to it - hoping the air will turn into something familiar and solid.

The Wishy-Washy Wimp is so paralyzed by fear and anxiety that he or she cannot make a move if there is pressure to perform. Even an action to save another person's life might be avoided. Wishy-Washy

Writers are interesting people, but often mean and petty.