Quotes About Insecurity

The problem with a beautiful woman is that she makes everyone around her feel hopelessly masculine, which if you're already male to begin with poses no particular problem. But if you're anyone else, your whole sexual identity gets dragged into the principal's office: "So what's this I hear about you prancing around, masquerading as a woman?" You are answerless. You are sitting on your hands. You are praying for your breasts to grow, your hair to perk up.

Perhaps she drives men away. Perhaps, without even being able to help herself, she just puts men into her ill-tempered car and drives them off: to quarries, dumps, small anonymous bodies of water.

I said nothing. If she wasn't careful, everyone would rush out of her life, life out of a burning building.

Losing confidence was more violent than losing love. Losing love was a slow dying, but losing confidence was a quick coup, a floor that opened right up and swallowed.

Sarah'n?n gülmek yerine, Komik, ya da gülümsemek yerine, Ä°lginç, ya da Aptal z?rva geri zekâl?n?n tekisin, demek yerine, Åžey, san?r?m bu ondan biraz daha karma??k, diyen kad?nlardan olmas?ndan korktum. Öyle insanlar?n yan?nda ne yapaca??m? hiç bilemezdim, özellikle de siz konuÅŸtuktan sonra gizemli bir ÅŸekilde Anl?yorum, diyenlerin. Genellikle sadece susard?m.

I tried not to think of my one excursion to Whole Foods, over a year ago, where I found myself paralyzed by all the special food for special people, whose special murmurings seemed to be saying, Out of my way! I want a Tofurkey!

Biri sizden ayr?ld???nda tüm çekiciliÄŸinizi kaybedersiniz ve kar?? taraf?n yeni bir baÅŸlang?ç yaparken size dair beslediÄŸi tüm kuÅŸkular böylece kan?tlanm?? olur.

he had had some eye work done: a lift to remove the puff and bloat; he would rather look startled and insane than look fifty-six.

So I needed to be womanised. I was losing my sheen.

Wonder about mistress courses, certification, resumes. Perhaps you are not really qualified.

Think: What has happened to me? Why am I lying like this on top of my covers with too much Jontue and mascara and jewelry, pretending casually that this is how I always go to bed, while a pervert with six new steak knives is about to sneak through my unlocked door. Remember: at Blakely Falls High, Willis Holmes would have done anything to be with you. You don't have to put up with this: you were second runner-up at the Junior Prom.

Thoughts of leaving will move in, bivouac throughout the living room; they will have eyes like rodents and peer out at you from under the sofa, in the dark, from under the sink, luminous glass beads positioned in twos.

If at any time your Prince should pretend your position with him is sure, begin from that moment to feel unsure.

What worried him the most, however, wasn't that it was too late. What worried him the most, what really ate at his insides, was the fear that it wasn't too late.

feeling as if all the happiness and support of their lives was about to be taken from them.

Each of you told what your burden was just now, except Beth. I rather think she hasn't got any, said her mother. Yes, I have. Mine is dishes and dusters, and envying girls with nice pianos, and being afraid of people.

You'll get over this after a while, and find some lovely accomplished girl, who will adore you, and make a fine mistress for your fine house. I shouldn't. I'm homely and awkward and odd and old, and you'd be ashamed of me, and we should quarrel—we can't help it even now, you see—and I shouldn't like elegant society and you would, and you'd hate my scribbling, and I couldn't get on without it, and we should be unhappy, and wish we hadn't done it, and everything would be horrid!

But I am afraid I don't

I always find that I have to guard myself because of a fear that I will sound soft and foolish

Gates humbly told him early on, "but I beg you not to place any confidence in me (I have little in myself)

Never sure of himself, Junior plodded ahead, always wondering where he was heading.

If Senior tried to shut out his critics, Junior was hypersensitive to insinuations about his father.

Despite their similarities, Pratt was a timid executive who lacked Rockefeller's audacity and often felt slighted by him.

About his nose, Pierpont could be more sensitive than he was about his trusts.