Quotes About Insecurity

I've trained in dance for most of my life, but ballet was the thing I left behind the earliest because they felt like I didn't have the right body for it, and I didn't like that and never felt like I could be a part of that dance structure.

The fact is that movie stars are as insecure as the rest of us - if not more so. Many live in a luxurious bubble in which their best friends are their trainer, their hairdresser, their publicist, and their Kabbalah instructor.

To be honest, as an actor, job security is not a trait.

Today I still feel like the most illiterate person ever to have roamed the campuses of Wellesley and Harvard, where I later transferred. I remain intimidated by all the books I haven't read, but over the years I've come to realize that being a student is a lifelong adventure.

I always thought makeup was a beautiful thing, the transformation of it. If someone felt insecure about something, they could put on concealer, and it would change their entire day.

The precariat is today's mass class, which is both dangerous, in rejecting old political party agendas, and transformative, in wanting to become strong enough to be able to abolish itself, to abolish the conditions of insecurity and inequality that define it.

When you're a young actor, you're expected to live a transient life.

I feel I've made the transition from model to actress, but I'm not that secure about it. Lauren Hutton, Jennifer O'Neill - we all know that a few films don't mean all that much.

At school I was very shy and coincidentally inherited the title 'little miss worry guts,' and that was just among the staff. I learned early on that I could make people laugh, and as my small neat body betrayed me by growing to dizzying heights, I used it as a tool that translated into complete slap-stick comedy.

Actors fall into this trap if they missed being loved for who they really were and not for what they could do - sing, dance, joke about - then they take that as love.

Anxiety is a method of seeking two experiences: certainty and comfort. The problem is that it wants these two outcomes immediately and continually," according to Reid Wilson and Lynn Lyons, the authors of Anxious Kids, Anxious Parents.8 To give children the certainty and comfort they're seeking requires that we rescue them from scary situations. And every time we rescue, we perpetuate the belief that they need to be rescued. It also makes them more demanding the next time.

Jealousy is a dangerous emotion. Jealous people are usually so intensely dissatisfied with themselves that they have a burning desire to destroy anyone who has something they want, but feel they can't have.

When crooked men feel threatened, and have no chance of competing with or matching the intelligence and maneuvers of a man who they see as their rival, they begin to use their insecurity to set that man up and bear false witness against him. They don't stop until they bring him down, drive him out, and eliminate him from holding on to something they could never have achieved fair and square.

I think I'm extremely vulnerable and that in some ways I seek out rejection. Never feeling like you're getting that pat on the back from dad is probably at the heart of that.

I have no idea what I'm doing. I feel like I'm just kind of hanging on right now. I feel like a kid out of control and incredibly inept." The man nodded again. "Yes, you feel like there's no holes in your bowling ball. It feels big and clumsy and awkward and you can't get a good grip on it. You can't control it.

Nobody would doubt for one moment that my husband is a rich foreigner - why in the world would I marry a poor one? My marriage also means that I have escaped the common destiny of my people: the war, poverty, insecurity, unemployment, disappointment, political confusion, low wages, and the feeling that time is running out fast and you can't be certain if the future will bring anything better.

I wonder — this feeling of insecurity, of vulnerability, of having the carpet pulled out from under one's feet, this fear in the face of the desired but unknown — is this the price that we have to pay to reach towards a future that is constantly escaping us?

Underlying our whole outlook is a neurotic conviction of our own limitations.

My life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; yet still I knelt and did not move, for fear she'd let go my hands. Let me stay, I wanted to beg: Please don't make me go.

I wish he hadn't gone and cut his hair. He looks about eight years old. His ears have tripled in size. Everyone's started calling him Dumbo. Which wouldn't be so bad, except they've started calling me Mrs. Dumbo. You can't even tell he's got curly hair anymore. There's nothing left to run my fingers through. Just this weird blond AstroTurf sprouting out of his skull.

No attack is ever really an attack on the victim. It's the perpetrator attacking an aspect of himself that he loathes. He or she.

Too much self-esteem, thought Simon: the real curse of our age.

Nothing is ever known for certain in this world, Michael.

For some reason I hesitate to tell him where I live. I don't want to come across as the spoiled little rich girl that's fallen low. Even if I am.