Quotes About Insecurity

I know they're not getting divorced or anything, but when your parents argue it makes the whole universe seem like it's tipping, like everything could change if they got mad enough at each other, like the world isn't a safe place. And of course, that's true, isn't it? The world is not a safe place.

There will be all these fifty-year-old women wearing hot pants and squeezing themselves into pretzel shapes and then there will be me. Just reaching for my toes like they're China. 'Hello there! You're so far away, I can't get to you! Can you even hear me?

I can feel like a hag some days if I want! And I can tell everybody how insecure I am if I want! Or I can be pretty and pretend to think I'm a hag out of fake modesty –- I can do that if I want, too. Because you, Livingston, are not the boss of me and what kind of girl I become.

8. Fact: It is a bad idea to date a known cheater, because even if he doesn't cheat on you, you will always know he's capable of it and will never fully trust him. Then you will become even more insecure and neurotic than you already are.

It didn't matter that in her heart Frankie knew she was smart and charming. What mattered was that feeling of being expendable. That to Porter, she was a nobody that could easily be replaced by a better model - and the better model wasn't even so great. Which meant Frankie herself was nearly worthless.

Half the time I hate myself for all the things I've done...But the thing that makes me really messed up is the contradiction: when I'm not hating myself, I feel righteous and victimized. Like the world is so unfair.

Sometimes people are mean because they feel insecure about themselves.

Everything he said sounded wonderful, but it wasn't true. I was desperately insecure and I did care what people thought. Jackson wasn't really talking about me. He was talking about an idea of me he'd concocted in his head. As soon as he remembered me and my true weaknesses in the clear light of day, he'd be as cruel this time as he had been the last.

She never seemed to second-guess her thoughts. Me, I second-guess everything.

Jule had many rare talents. She worked hard and really had so damn much to offer. She knew all that. So why did she feel worthless at the same time?

Isaac liked me because I was ignorant and that meant he could teach me, right? That made him feel like a man.

The fact that I couldn't understand his life experience very well, combined with how he was a year ahead of me and really into all his academics, the literary magazine, et cetera—that meant that all the time, he got to be the big man and I was looking up at him with wide eyes. And that was what he liked about me. And why he despised me.

She felt awkward around popular people, and couldn't figure out whether she was good-looking or freakishly ugly, because she often felt both within the space of an hour.

I am not sure I'm a good person" he said after a while. "I'm not sure I am, either" I said.

Part of me doesn't want to ruin it. Doesn't want to even imagine that it isn't perfect.

Half the time I hate myself for all the things I've done,' says Gat. 'But the thing that makes me really messed up is the contradiction: when I'm not hating myself, I feel righteous and victimized. Like the world is so unfair.' 'Why do you hate yourself?' And before I know it, Gat is lying on the bed next to me. His cold fingers wrap around me hot ones, and his face is close to mine. He kisses me. 'Because I want things I can't have,' he whispers.

You're afraid of everything. And I know it. And that's why you don't like me.

I'm so disgusting,' I try to argue, but his hands and his voice and his marble mother's eyes won't let it be true anymore. 'No,' he says. 'You're beautiful.

I was afraid I wrote neither well enough nor ill enough for success.

Alford was going to start this fast the same way he had started everything else, alone and uncertain

Everybody, he mused had everything worked out. Except me

The stage floor was a stage of thin ice for me to tread. To hold my own or to sink through and die, never to be remembered.

They could also have given a long lecture on the new type of right-wing crusade that reduces democracy to the ballot box, and how this subjugates political choices to fears of hunger, unemployment and, ultimately, social insecurity. And when democracy shrinks to being no more than a voting process, then the destiny of a country becomes inseparable from its single ruler's political existence.

We are often jealous of our little secrets, though to another ear they generally convey neither profit nor entertainment.