Quotes About Insecurity

I also thought that if anybody saw me talking out loud when I was alone in the car, their looks might convince me that the something that's wrong with me might be even worse than I thought.

The problem with things is that everyone is always comparing everyone with everyone and because of that, it discredits people.

People who try to control situations all the time are afraid that if they don't. nothing will work out the way they want.

It's just that some people walk with their heads to the ground for some reason. They don't like to look other people in the eye.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm starting to get scared.

I think it's bad when a boy looks at a fork and thinks that the way he sees the girl is better than the girl actually is.

just think it's bad when a boy looks at a girl and thinks that the way he sees the girl is better than the girl actually is.

Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is. Love always, Charlie

In the darkness he saw visions of a thousand-tongued fear that would babble at his back and cause him to flee, while others were going coolly about their country's business. He admitted that he would not be able to cope with this monster. He felt that every nerve in his body would be an ear to hear the voices, while other men would remain stolid and deaf.

Self-consciousness, that's what it is. Always my abiding vice. I keep seeing myself. Me watching myself watching others watch me. How do you lose that? What's the trick?

None of this is important in itself, but I feel somewhere that it has a lot to do with why I have always felt separate, why I have always felt unable to join in, to let go, to become part of the tribe, why I have always sniped or joked from the sidelines, why I have never, ever, lost my overwhelmingly self-conscious self-consciousness.

He knew he could never jingle change in his pocket or park his car like a confident adult, he was the Adrian he had always been, casting a guilty look over a furtive shoulder, living in eternal dread of a grown-up striding forward to clip his ear.

Since my earliest years I felt nothing but shame for the useless casing of flesh I inhabit.

I have no idea. People who boast about their I.Q. are losers.

A coward judges all he sees by what he is.

We sometimes need to create unreal monsters and bogies to stand in for all the things we fear in our real lives.

Rich people can be generous, even the ones with bloodcurdling political views can be generous, but most believe in generosity on their own terms, and underneath (not so deep, either), they're always afraid someone is going to steal their presents and eat their birthday cake.

Frightened people live in their own special hell. You could say they make it themselves, but they can't help it. It's the way they're built. They deserve sympathy and compassion.

I'm not sure anybody ever gets completely over their first love, and that still rankles. Part of me still wants to know what was wrong with me. What I was lacking.

I've met talespinners before, Jake, and they're all cut more or less from the same cloth. They tell tales because they're afraid of life.

You haven't finished the key, but not because you are afraid to finish. You're afraid of finding you can't finish. You're afraid to go down to where the stones stand, but not because you're afraid of what may come once you enter the circle. You're afraid of what may not come. You're not afraid of the great world, Eddie, but of the small one inside yourself.

The truth is that most writers are needy.

He thought that fat boys were probably only allowed to love pretty girls inside. If he told anyone how he felt (not that he had anyone to tell), that person would probably laugh until he had a heart-attack.

He is too young to have learned to hate himself yet, but that seed is already there; given time, it will grow, and bear bitter fruit.