Quotes About Insecurity

how most of us are raised to be somebodies and what a no-win game that is to buy into, because while you may turn out to be much more somebody than somebody else, a lot of other people are going to be a lot more somebody than you. And you are going to drive yourself crazy.

The neck is where it all shows. Like the thighs of the head.

Dread was my governess growing up.

little girls baked and learned to dust furniture, and this pleased everyone—briefly. When I was needy, shy, worried, deeply sensitive, too skinny or, later, overweight—in other words, most me—not so much.

Sometimes those who cannot create enjoy the power to destroy.

They're empty, insecure alone; they only feel real when other people listen to them and take notice.

We can become so cruel and so selfish when we are afraid.

Sometimes those who cannot create enjoy the power to destroy," Vespasia went on. "It is all they have.

It was the unknown that paralyzed the will to fight.

He was afraid of the ultimate failure of being a coward. And that was something he could control. It might cost him everything he had, but it was still within his power to do it. It was within him, not beyond.

There is no hatred on earth like that for someone who possesses a virtue you do not have, or want. It is the mirror that shows you what you are, and obliges you to see it.

When you trust no one and believe in nothing, you are vulnerable to anything, and yet in some ways also to nothing. He was still learning what it was to belong irrevocably, not to be able to walk away because the ties are too deep, too woven into who you are, who you want and need to be, where all that is comfortable and precious resides.

And I realized that I'd tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.

What is fear after all? It is indecision. You seek some way to resist, escape. There is none.

Who has a right to tell me I have no gift, no talent, no passion ...' he murmured. 'Why do people say those things to you when youre young? Doesn't seem fair, does it?' 'No, darling, it's not fair,'she said. 'But the mystery is why you listen.

I don't like myself, you know. I love myself, of course, I'm committed to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.

We are the things that others fear, I said. Remember that.

he didn't know where I lived, because I think he feared, in his heart of hearts, that I didn't trust him, that my work had slowly eroded the love for him which I felt. But I did trust him...I did love him. I didn't love anyone in the world but him. I just didn't want anyone to know where I lived.

Strength? What strength! This is a weak, flopping, sloshy, repulsive collection of nerves and ganglia. Don't even mention the word 'strength.

I can see that you don't know your own strength in this body any more than you did in the other." "Strength? What strength! This is a weak, flopping, sloshy, repulsive collection of nerves and ganglia. Don't even mention the word 'strength.' 

I wanted darkness. To hide from her and the feelings that welled up in me, and the great consuming fear that I was utterly inadequate to make her happy, or to make myself happy by pleasing her.

And Marie, a quiet person who said little ever to anyone, despised herself at such times for this natural inclination.

What is it in me that will not acknowledge my admiration for her mind, her beauty, her exquisite understanding of all things?

Felix?" "I don't know, Dad. I can't get his words out of my head! I've never been able to get the negative voices of my life out of my head. I've struggled all my life to find my own truth and I find myself smothered by other people's words. It's as though they're always shouting at me, bullying me, shaking their fists, and half the time I can't find what I think.