Quotes About Insecurity

Anxiety is a meteor shower of what-ifs.

Consider for a moment your thoughts as seed. Some thoughts become flowers. Others become weeds. Sow seeds of hope and enjoy optimism. Sow seeds of doubt and expect insecurity. "People harvest only what they plant" (Gal. 6:7).

It is common knowledge among psychologists that most of us underrate ourselves, short-change ourselves, sell ourselves short. Actually, there is no such thing as a superiority complex. People who seem to have one are actually suffering from feelings of inferiority; their superior self is a fiction, a coverup, to hide from themselves and others their deep-down feelings of inferiority and insecurity.

Don't kneel please. Sometimes people put people on pedestals so they can see them more clearly and knock them off more easily

Because I was really white and because a cruel fairy stepmother, who was understandably jealous of my beauty, had turned me into a too-big Negro girl, with nappy black hair, broad feet and a space between her teeth that would hold a number-two pencil.

The white kids had better vocabularies than I and, what was more appalling, less fear in the classrooms. They never hesitated to hold up their hands in response to a teacher's question; even when they were wrong they were wrong aggressively, while I had to be certain about all my facts before I dared to call attention to myself.

I wanted to be a woman, but that seemed to me to be a world to which I was to be eternally refused entrance. What I needed was a boyfriend. A boyfriend would clarify my position to the world and, even more important, to myself. A boyfriend's acceptance of me would guide me into that strange and exotic land of frills and femininity.

I have written eleven books, but each time I think, 'uh oh, they're going to find out now. I've run a game on everybody, and they're going to find me out.

They never hesitated to hold up their hands in response to a teacher's question; even when they were wrong they were wrong aggressively, while I had to be certain about all my facts before I dared to call attention to myself.

The unquestioning acceptance by my peers had dislodged the familiar insecurity.

I wondered what they could be laughing about. Whitefolks were so strange. Could they be talking about me?

In later years I asked her if she loved me and she brushed me off with; God is love. Just worry about whether you're being a good girl, then He will love you.

Se crescere è doloroso per una bambina nra del Sud, rendersi conto di essere fuori posto è la ruggine sul rasoio puntato alla gola. E' un insulto superfluo.

I love you, Cole. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you were second best or that I didn't love you or that God forbid, you were a substitute for Lucas and that any man could give me what I want and need.

You're afraid that I'm different from everyone else.

I don't want you to leave me.

she was brilliant and that only brilliant people worried about not being brilliant any longer.

Boobs," she mumbled around a second slice of pizza. "Boobs are huge now. I hate it. I feel like I'm incubating aliens and they're ready to hatch.

great. now i was starting to get jealous of myself.

But if that was really true, why in the name of all that is holy would anyone have ever liked Nikki in the first place? I was becoming more and more convinced she was a cross between Heidi Montag and Hitler.

You know what you sound like? A jealous girl friend. And how are things on Planet You Wish?

Is everything all right? Is everything all right? Hmm, hold on a minute, let me see . . . my mom is going out with my Algebra teacher, a subject I'm flunking, by the way; my best friend hates me; I'm fourteen years old and I've never been asked out; I don't have any breasts; and oh, I just found out I'm the princess of Genovia.

I reached out and wrapped both my arms around one of John's. "Promise me we'll never be like them, okay?" I asked, with a shudder, nodding at Seth and Farah. "Calling each other babe in that annoying way?" "We could never be like those two," John said, leading me away after giving Seth one last stony-eyed glare.

I'll remind her of how fat her arms looked in that slutty dress she wore at senior prom. That always makes her cry. Like goddamned Niagara falls.