Quotes About Insecurity

If I believe in the wish, I must believe I can lose it.

Governments commit more crimes upon persons and property and contribute more to their insecurity than all [the] criminals put together.

I always had the fear of being separated and abandoned. The sewing is my attempt to keep things together and make things whole.

Butterflies were all very pretty in a meadow. They were altogether less comfortable in her stomach.

There must be something terribly wrong with her, Camille thought, that she could neither feel nor attract love. Was it possible that her quest for perfection had somehow deadened an essential part of herself?

He spends his time quarreling with her when they are together, and giving off sparks of jealousy when she talks to someone else.

This house party was not safe at all.

And you would probably be always telling me that I am angry with you when I am not angry at all but only afraid of losing you.

We are what we fear in others

I was tempted to run down to the kitchen, but the memory of Dad's words stopped me. "Fearful, nervous, insecure"--wasn't that what he'd told Aunt Blythe? She'd already seen me behave like a baby once today. I didn't want to give a repeat performance.

SHE WAS MEETING a man she had recently and abruptly fallen in love with. She was in a state of ghastly anxiety. He was married, for one thing, to a Korean woman whom he described as the embodiment of all that was feminine and elegant. Not only that, but a psychic had told her that a relationship with him could cripple her emotionally for the rest of her life. On top of this, she was tormented by the feeling that she looked inadequate.

I shared a dorm room with a beautiful neurotic who clung to her beauty as if it were a chance piece of debris keeping her afloat on a violent sea.

She was, for several unpleasant moments, the isolated, lonely, insecure person she had been just three years earlier, a social blunderer, a locker-room towel for the maladjusted, unable to sell an article or figure out what to wear. Pull yourself together, she thought; it wasn't so bad.

I don't know who these people are, he said, or why you would care about their opinion. But there is nothing sick or worthless about you. You are a lovely spirit.

The fact that my house was Not Right metastasized into the notion that I myself was somehow Not Right, or that my survival in the world depended on my constant vigilance against various forms of Not-Rightness.

But the boys' bicycle pack also sent a stab of envy through me. If I couldn't yet capture John Cleary with my feminine wiles, then surely I deserved to enjoy the physical abandon he got, liberties I instinctively knew were vanishing. (I know, I know. Psychoanalytic theory would label this pecker envy and seek to smack me on the nose with it. To that I'd say, o please. Of actual johnsons I had little awareness. What I coveted was privilege.)

Height - ours and our boyfriends - is a running contest between Lecia and me. If I tell her good news about myself, she's liable to say 'I'm five-nine' and hang up.

As with everything I've ever written, I start out paralyzed by fear of failure. The tarantula ego—starving to be shored up by praise—tries to scare me away from saying simply whatever small, true thing is standing in line for me to say.

twin five-hundred-twenty-horsepower Mercs on each one. Probably looking at four hundred thousand dollars' worth of big-boy toys there." Greer eyed the boats critically. "You ask me, they just look like gigantic phallic symbols. Might be a little compensation going on there.

This is my body, and I am terrified of the space it takes up.

girls like us are hardly ever wanted, you know we're used up. and sad. and drunk. and perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up and say "you did good." well, you did good

He wanted to tell her, from the greater perspective he had, that to own only a little talent, like his, was an awful, plaguing thing; that being only a little special meant you expected too much, most of the time, and liked yourself too little. He wanted to assure her that she had missed nothing

once I falsely hoped to meet the beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding.

There was always scope for fear,so long as anything I love remained behind