Quotes About Insecurity

I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never write anything but mediocre poetry.

Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never got the trick of it.' She looked down at him, shy and fatigued. 'So here we are. I told you years ago that I had the makings of Cinderella.' He took her hand; she drew it back instinctively and then replaced it in his. 'Beg your pardon. Not even used to being touched. But I'm not afraid of you, if you stay quiet and don't move suddenly.

I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do.

I don't think he was ever happy unless someone was in love with him, responding to him like filings to a magnet, helping him to explain himself, promising him something. What it was I do not know. Perhaps they promised that there would always be women in the world who would spend their brightest, freshest, rarest hours to nurse and protect that superiority he cherished in his heart.

To be afraid, a person has either to be very great and strong-- or else a coward. I'm neither.

God, am I like the rest after all?—So he used to think starting awake at night—Am I like the rest?

Look here, old sport, he broke out surprisingly. What's your opinion of me, anyhow? A little overwhelmed, I began the generalized evasions which that question deserves.

Jordan Baker instinctively avoided clever, shrewd men, and now I saw that this was because she felt safer on a plane where any divergence from a code would be thought impossible. She was incurably dishonest. She wasn't able to endure being at a disadvantage and, given this unwillingness, I suppose she had begun dealing in subterfuges when she was very young in order to keep that cool, insolent smile turned to the world and yet satisfy the demands of her hard, jaunty body.

It excited him, too, that many men had already loved Daisy--it increased her value in his eyes. He felt their presence all about the house, pervading the air with the shades and echoes of still vibrant emotions.

Each night when she prepared for bed she smeared her face with some new unguent which she hoped illogically would give back the glow and freshness to her vanishing beauty.

At first this quality of hers somehow irritated Amory. He considered his own uniqueness sufficient, and it rather embarrassed him when she tried to read new interests into him for the benefit of what other adorers were present. He felt as if a polite but insistent stage manager were attempting to make him give a new interpretation of a part he had conned for years.

Only the image of a third person, even a vanished one, entering into his relation with Rosemary was needed to throw him off his balance and send through him waves of pain, misery, desire, desperation. The vividly pictured hand on Rosemary's cheek, the quicker breath, the white excitement of the event viewed from outside, the inviolable secret wamrth within.

It was consoling, though, when Nicole remarked, apropos of a distraught saleswoman: Most people think everybody feels about them much more violently than they actually do - they think other people's opinions of them swing through great arcs of approval or disapproval.

Amory usually liked men individually, yet feared them in crowds unless the crowd was around him.

He hurried the phrase 'educated at Oxord,' or swallowed it, or choked on it, as though it had bothered him before.

Most people think everybody feels about them much more violently than they actually do--they think other people's opinions of them swing through great arcs of approval or disapproval.

Only the image of a third person, even a vanished one, entering into his relation with Rosemary was needed to throw him off his balance and send through him waves of pain, misery, desire, desperation. The vividly pictured hand on Rosemary's cheek, the quicker breath, the white excitement of the event viewed from outside, the inviolable secret warmth within.

Évszázadok telnek még el, mire egy amazon végre képes lesz fölfogni azt a tényt, hogy a férfi kizárólag a büszkeségében sebezhetÅ' meg, de ha ezt egyszer megrobbantják, törékeny lesz az egész ember, akár a tojás.

But I believe you are absolutely incapable of jealousy except as hurt vanity.

As for the well-known Amory, he would write immortal literature if he were sure enough about anything to risk telling any one else about it.

It's rotten that every bit of real love in the world is ninety-nine percent passion and one little soupcon of jealousy

Probably more than any concrete vice or failing Amory despised his own personality - he loathed knowing that to-morrow and the thousand days after he would sell pompously at a compliment and sulk at an ill word like a third-rate musician or a first-class actor.

You always look so cool, she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw.

DoÄŸum yapal? bir saat bile olmam??t?. Tom'un nerede olduÄŸunu Tanr? bilir. Narkozdan ç?k?nca yoÄŸun bir terkedilmiÅŸlik hissi içimi kaplad? ve hastabak?c?ya k?z m? oÄŸlan m? diye sordum. K?z olduÄŸunu öÄŸrenince de, arkam? döndüm ve aÄŸlad?m pekala dedim kendime k?z olduÄŸuna sevindim. Umar?m aptal olur. Çünkü bu dünyada bir k?z için en iyisi aptal ve güzel olmak.