Quotes About Insecurity

If so, you will need to ask yourself if you are afraid to go to your ultimate success because you're afraid of outshining someone from long ago.

When things are going well, or when you're feeling particularly good, you can always bring yourself down by manufacturing a stream of worry-thoughts. Once you've brought yourself down by worrying, it's very tempting to inflict those worry-thoughts on others. If we're in the grip of worrying while someone around us isn't, we seem to have an almost uncontrollable urge to criticize that person until he or she jumps into the stream of negativity with us.

While the quest for adventure that had long plagued him now tempted him to remove his clothes, an even more persuasive force within him prevented him from doing so, mainly because he feared revealing for the first time in front of so many people that unpredictable organ he assumed was everyman's burden- although, as he was apparent from the number of flaccid phalli he saw around him, no man seemed burdened tonight except himself.

We'll tell our secrets to the dark"-Adam "Okay"-Mia "So let's hear another of your irrational fears"-Adam "I'm scared of losing you"-Mia "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen"-Adam "It still scares me"- Mia

So let's hear another one of your irrational fears. Mia grasped me by the arms and pulled herself in to my chest, like she was burrowing her body into mine. "I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices." I pushed her away so I could see her face and kissed the top of her forehead. "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen.

She said it was because one day I was going to have to go through a metamorphosis like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly and that scared me, so butterflies scared me.

I don't know how to be a friend. I don't know how to be anything.

So let's hear another one of your irrational fears." Mia grasped me by the arms and pulled herself in to my chest, like she was burrowing her body into mine. "I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices.

I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices. I pushed her away so I could see her face and kissed the top of her forehead. "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen.

Las manchas son aún peores cuando eres el único que puede verlas.

It had to do with the doubts. The same niggling doubts I always had about not belonging. I didn't feel like I belonged with my family, and now I didn't feel like I belonged with Adam, except unlike my family, who was stuck with me, Adam had chosen me, and this I didn't understand. Why had he fallen for me? It didn't make sense.

There." I'm not exactly sure where there is, but by the way he says it, I know it's not a place you'd want to be.

I'm so good at faking I don't even know when I'm doing it

Why had she asked a mirror—or anyone for that matter—to tell her who she was?

When exactly had the mirror stopped singing her praises and started whispering her doubts? And why had she gone back to it day after day? Why had she asked a mirror—or anyone for that matter—to tell her who she was? But then again, why do any of us?

But now? She didn't know what would happen next month. She didn't even know what would happen next week.

Why had she asked a mirror—or anyone for that matter—to tell her who she was? But then again, why do any of us?

so let's hear another one of your irrational fears" "I'm scared of losing you" "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen

All intelligent men are frightened. The more intelligent they are, the more they are frightened.

Mental face palm. Suddenly I wasn't sure there was enough room on the campus for both me and his ego.

How does fear become so powerful? We can't see it. We can't touch it, yet it gets its claws in us and begins to control us. Sigh. I hate feeling afraid, and I hate, hate, HATE feeling out of control.

Enjoy him while it lasts," I called. "Apparently he has Girlfriend ADD." She looked away, but not before I caught the blush staining her cheeks.

I hated that anyone in the world could read those things and pity me.

Never had Dallas seen the Targon more pissed. There'd been none of his usual charm, none of his nonchalance. He simply hadn't liked other men looking at Bride. And when the Mckell had staked claim on her ... shit. Bastard was probably already dead.