Quotes About Insecurity

It's fine. I hardly think about it now. It's long gone. Yet there is sometimes the shadow of a shadow, and when that happens I wonder if it could come back. And I don't know, because I don't know what caused it in the first place. My ohysche was turned inside out and shaken, but they never got to the bottom of why.

The root of all fears. Not being accepted by those we care about. Being rejected and isolated. It's a primal fear. As a species, we are meant to be part of a group. A community. We mistrust loners because we don't understand them. With the exception of our romanticizing the loner in movies and novels, of course.

She said the wrong thing or sounded like a space alien with bad programming, when all she wanted was to be just like everyone else. "I meant are you okay now

equivalent of a supermodel. It was kind of intimidating. Larissa's

She felt too much and didn't know where to put it.

On her worst days, she feared she was actually less. And that truth had defined the rest of her life.

It's an awe-filled, wonderful, terrifying act to have a child, for you suddenly wear your heart on the outside of your body. You risk a little more each day as he wanders from your arms into the world.

The odd feeling comes which you know may not be right but which still inhabits you: I belong below people.

One criticizes in others what one recognizes and despises in oneself. For example, an artist who is revolted by another's ambitiousness.

The desire for reassurance. And, equally, to be reassured. (The itch to ask whether I'm still loved; and the itch to say, I love you, half-fearing that the other has forgotten, since the last time I said it.)

Contempt The contempt I feel for others—for myself different, less internal than guilt. It's not that I think (or have ever thought) I was bad—through and through. I think I'm unattractive, unloveable, because I'm incomplete. It's not what I am that's wrong, it's that I'm not more (responsive, alive, generous, considerate, original, sensitive, brave etc.). My profoundest experience is of indifference, rather than censure.

When I look at my picture I read stubbornness, balked vanity, panic, vulnerability.)

As photographs give people an imaginary possession of a past that is unreal, they also help people to take possession of space in which they are insecure.

Because my wanting isn't strong—it fears risks, it demands approval…

A completely open, unpredictable future makes me horribly anxious… It's as if I'm supposed to walk through a forest without being allowed to inform myself whether or not it's full of wolves.

All cruelty springs from weakness. —Lucius Annaeus Seneca

I hated when people said I was talented. At this point I would have much preferred they told me that I sucked, that I should give it up, go back to school, find a new career.

You're good at so many things," Camille said. "I'm a fat loser," Julie stated. "And don't say I'm not fat because I am." Camille felt ill. She'd been blind to what Julie wanted. Was she a terrible mother for being overprotective? Was she letting her own fears smother her daughter? By withholding her permission to take surf rescue, she'd forced Julie to go behind her back.

I'm fat, okay? Getting rid of my braces and glasses is not going to change that." "Stop it," Camille said. God, why were teenagers so hard? Had she been that hard? "I won't let you talk about yourself that way.

To Sonnet, wearing castoff clothing was just another way to make her different from the other kids at school. As if she needed one more thing to make her different.

Author describes that a failed sea captain, "vacillated miserably between self-recrimination and defensiveness.

Yet she was an odd little thing, sturdy and round with thick shapeless legs beneath an equally shapeless dress, and with her fine fair hair bobbed in the latest style she had only succeeded in exaggerating the squareness of her appearance. The thought of cutting her hair into that unattractive basin style was horrifying to Phoebe

then sensing her self-consciousness

right, are you lass? You're not