Quotes About Insecurity

What did the kids call it these days? Sweaty tryhard? When you bent over backward to get someone to like you?

It's such a female thing, to reflexively apologize for everything, for your very existence it sometimes seems.

You know Travis, Maggie," Leila said. "He's toxic. Like, you can't touch him—it burns. And Marshall. He's just different when his father's around. I hate to say it. I'm afraid of him. Of both of them. My own brother and nephew.

Real life is what happens between those posts. And you only know the version people show you on Instagram. It's a fiction. And I guarantee every single one of those perfect people you see out there is feeling as lost and insecure as you are.

And I'd figured out that no one cared, not really. No one gave a shit about anything but himself. People were addled by their own chatter, their own personal litany of fears and insecurities, self-loathing, and selfish desires. Hardly anyone could hear over that. I was invisible if I wanted to be.

Is this place called Virgins? Well, I shouldn't be here! -Nina

He hunched his shoulders and tried to make himself smaller in the seat. He wanted to disappear, to fade away, not to exist.

Why do some of us turn menacing?' she whispered.

It was the helplessness that scared the both of us.

That he had this power frightened him.

It was a question she did not want to be asked. When she asked it of herself, she didn't like her own answer.

If power was an illusion, wasn't weakness necessarily one also?

We did it, he muttered to Ekaterin, now perching on the chair arm. Why didn't anybody stop us? Why aren't there more regulations about this sort of thing? What fool in their right mind would put me in charge of a baby? Two babies?

Her hands started to reach out, but then retreated behind her back and consoled each other there. "I am so sorry. But surely you see any girl must be quite afraid to marry a man who could set her on fire with a word!" He'd dreamed of setting her alight with kisses. "Any man could set a girl on fire with a torch, but he'd have to be deranged!

Ista flushed. "I am afraid I have no talent for"—she swallowed—"dalliance. When I was young I was too stupid. Now I'm old, I am too drab." Too stupid then too mad then too drab then too late. "I'm just not the sort.

the trembling reached into Bree's heart. Her hands started to shake.

Once a man saw heaven in one woman's arms, then nothing else would do. And that scared the shit out of him, the thought that no other woman but Lilly would do. - Travis/Black Jack about Lilly Belle/Night Hawk (Lady Hawk to him)

Questions still plagued her, as did an instinctive discomfort regarding the idea that Rowdy could ever want to touch another woman, no matter the relationship that developed between her and his cousins.

And Rowdy felt like a failure. He had failed to protect the only woman who had ever held his heart because he was too damned busy running from her. He should have been home, he should have been holding her in his bed, loving the hell out of her. If he had staked his claim, she wouldn't have been in that damned apartment.

I love Rowdy, Natches," she whispered, halting what she feared was coming. "And don't try to tell me you love me in the same way, because we both know better." His lips tightened. "We're a set. You're destroying it, Kelly.

Even the fact that eventually, the man she loved would touch another woman, pleasure her, fuck her. She couldn't accept his cousins' touch without that knowledge.

The other woman was chic and polished in a way Yvette could never be. Wavy, light brown hair, a sheer blouse and high heels only made her more attractive—and left Yvette feeling underdressed, out of place and far too intrusive. She'd come to the bar to give Cannon a message, to release him from any obligations, and instead she'd just...enjoyed him.

The challenge of wonder is to tolerate uncertainty. If you do not relax into uncertainty, wonder may start to seem like insecurity.

Begin to wonder what you do write about. Or if you have anything to say. Or even if there is such a thing as a thing to say. Limit these thoughts to no more than ten minutes a day; like sit-ups, they can make you thin