Quotes About Insecurity

Am I a monster?" he whispered hoarsely.

When a man starts running away from things in life he builds up a whole chain of complexes and fear.

That's because most gunters are male, and they can't accept the idea that a woman has beaten and/or outsmarted them.

Don't say that!" I was starting to cry and didn't bother hiding it from her. "Is it because I told you I've never had a real girlfriend? And that I'm a virgin? Because-

because I couldn't bear the idea that the girl with whom I was virtually smitten might actually be some middle-aged dude named Chuck, with back hair and male-pattern baldness.

Maybe it was just as I had always secretly feared: The apple had fallen right next to the Crazy Tree.

Year after year, my eyes would scan the lunchroom like a T-1000, searching for a clique that might accept me.

I tried my best to fit in. Year after year, my eyes would scan the lunchroom like a T-1000, searching for a clique that might accept me. But even the other outcasts wanted nothing to do with me. I was too weird, even for the weirdos. And girls? Talking to girls was out of the question. To me, they were like some exotic alien species, both beautiful and terrifying. Whenever I got near one of them, I invariably broke out in a cold sweat and lost the ability to speak in complete sentences.

No," Daito said. "We're not. You're all strangers to us. For all we know, any one of you could be a Sixer spy.

I couldn't bear the idea that the girl with whom I was virtually smitten might actually be some middle-aged dude named Chuck, with back hair and male-pattern baldness.

I never knew how to act or what to say, and when I did work up the courage to speak, I always seemed to say the wrong thing.

That terrible mood of depression of whether it's any good or not is what is known as The Artist's Reward.

That's man's way. To prove something. Day in, day out he must prove he is a man. Poor Fool.

Most often the little man makes himself even smaller than he already is, so as not to be seen.

Ti amo col timore di perderti e con il sentimento di farti sprecare il tuo valore accanto a me. [La faccia delle nuvole]

Even if I should be right in this, I do not know whether my way of approach is really the best and simplest. But, in short, it was mine.

My current life, I realized, was constructed around an absence; for all its richness I still felt as if the floors might give way, as if its core were only a covering of leaves, and I would slip through, falling endlessly, never to get my footing.

She loved me with a viciousness that kept me from ever feeling complacent, with the reminder that nothing was permanent, that we would one day be lost to each other.

Envy, Doña Lola had once said, eats at you from the inside and turns your eyes green when you look at the person of whom you're jealous.

In the same way that your Emotional Set-Points can change from feeling basically good or secure to feeling bad or insecure, your set-points can change from not feeling good to feeling good, for your set-points are achieved simply by attention to a subject, and through your practiced thought.

A scale of your emotions would look something like this: Joy/Knowledge/Empowerment/Freedom/Love/Appreciation Passion Enthusiasm/Eagerness/Happiness Positive Expectation/Belief Optimism Hopefulness Contentment Boredom Pessimism Frustration/Irritation/Impatience "Overwhelment" Disappointment Doubt Worry Blame Discouragement Anger Revenge atred/Rage Jealousy Insecurity/Guilt/Unworthiness Fear/Grief/Depression/Despair/Powerlessness

It's hard to experience desire when you're weighted down by concern.

In all of our society, but especially in Hollywood, there is an obsession with perfection that can lead to self-loathing and neurosis and all that kind of stuff.

Now I have a theory that if a woman wants to keep a man she only needs to say two things: She believes in him and he's got a big a cock. That's all it takes. It doesn't even have to be true.