Quotes About Insecurity

I was unsettled at the thought of going the entire weekend without him. Worse, I hated the thought of him spending that amount of time away from me. He had a world of choices and possibilities out there, women who weren't so screwed up and difficult to be with.

We knew our strengths and played up our assets. But we couldn't see what made us unique enough for someone to really love us.

was unique to him; a woman apart from his others in every way. I wished that could be enough to kill my jealousy.

What in God's name does she see in you?" "I wish I knew. I would show her more of it.

No puedo pensar en ti con otra persona, Eva. La simple idea de que otro hombre te vea como lo hago yo, viéndote así... colocando sus manos sobre ti...

I ran when the going got tough, because I was so sure it was all going to end badly. The only control I had was to be the one who left, instead of the one who was left behind.

You know the drill, Eva. He's going to keep pushing you away, because he's expecting you to fail him like everyone else has.

I want you to care that much. I want you crazy about me. But possessiveness without trust is hell. If you don't trust me, we've got nothing

Very Kalinda Sharma," I said. "He's going to be scrambling to hold on to you.

I'm pea green with envy

I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I'd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that someday?at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere?the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.

I felt dreadfully inadequate. The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.

I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.

I thought if only I had a keen, shapely bone structure to my face or could discuss politics shrewdly or was a famous writer Constantin might find me interesting enough to sleep with. And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him.

I didn't really see why people should look at me. Plenty of people looked queerer than I did.

I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.

Talking about my fears to others feeds it.

I self-paralyze myself & wonder what I've got in my head.

For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt.

And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault after fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him. The same thing happened over and over: I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn't do at all.

God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.