Quotes About Insecurity

The anxiety was bad. The sense of all the ways things could go wrong loomed intensely over me, congealed in a breathless knot behind my sternum. And I kept coming up with new ones.

I don't want to think what might have Col. Frederick Valens running scared.

Strifbjorn did understand, when he could sense the past uncomfortable tightness of jealousy in his throat.

Coward, he thought again, meeting Eremei Fyodorovich's laughter-sweet eyes. He wondered briefly if Ian's would be as changeable as Elaine's or if they were green like his own.

The last thing this fumbling child needed was to think somebody he was looking to as a role model found him amusing.

Much as I'd like to feed her her own superior smile sometimes, I still want the woman to like me. And I want her to like herself enough to keep doing what we need her for. Because, God knows, I haven't got it in me to try.

The quaver in his voice was less showmanship than he would have wanted it to be.

I tried not to feel self-conscious about the sparkles floating under my skin.

Because I don't trust myself to make those decisions was not the sort of vulnerability you revealed to an enemy.

All your youth you want to have your greatness taken for granted; when you find it taken for granted, you are unnerved.

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.

She posed as being more indolent than she felt, for fear of finding herself less able than she could wish.

I am much too influenced by people's manner towards me—especially Anna's I suppose. Directly people attack me, I think they are right, and hate myself, and then I hate them—the more I like them this is so.

She had this one limitation, his darling Lois; she couldn't look on her own eyes, had no idea what she was, resented almost his attention being so constantly fixed on something she wasn't aware of.

Your self-doubt resides elsewhere and calcifies until it's not even doubt anymore. You are certain that everything else about you is bad. You're definitely not the best person. You're not the prettiest, you're not the thinnest, you're not the smartest, you're not the -est anything, except when it comes to singing. You do know how talented you are. This may be the only thing about you that you know is truly good.

Because they have never tried to get to know her. People are afraid of things they don't understand.

Sureness is something like a neck brace, which we clamp around our lives, hoping to somehow protect ourselves from the frightening, constant whiplash of change. Sadly, the brace doesn't always hold.

In desperate love, we always invent the characters of our partners, demanding they be what we need of them, and then feeling devastated when they refuse to perform the role we created in the first place.

And when is it ever convincing, the belief others have in your abilities? You know perfectly well they can't see the mess inside you.

How can I look so real everyday, when really I'm just a cardboard cut-out image of myself-lamenated in coats of artifical happiness with shiny plastic all around- so quite I should be a mime- I wrap my arms around myself when I go out in the wind because I don't know how to make sure that I won't blow away- and I'm standing with my eyes closed so I won't have to see the ground when I fall...

I know how you're feeling, because for me it's like that every day, like life's this huge big ocean that could swallow me and no walls or floor to hold on to. So of course you want to grab hold of whatever you're used to grabbing,

But there was something out of control about him, something that scared me. At that point in my young life, I was looking for an anchor.

how did she, Ellen Chesser, ever come to such a state of need that a person outside herself, some other being, not herself, some person free to go and come and risk accidents far from herself, should hold the very key to her life and breath in his hand?

Who cares if she called you?" Veblen cried out. There was a time when abreacting to her mother was out of the question, untenable. The slightest ripple between them terrified her. She was aware that her mother had trained her to turn herself inside out, like a pocket to be inspected for pilfered change.