Quotes About Insecurity

I just thought I had to do it. You want this boy to like you, right? And he's so solid, so sure of himself. He knows what he wants: you. Besides, maybe if he touches you, you'll be real.

He did not fall down to his feet, kiss my shoes, and promise me the world. I must be getting rusty.

You and me. This wasn't in the plan. The plan was to be alone, to hide, and to kill Roland. Being happy was never one of the bullet points. Some part of me is still convinced it's a fluke and eventually it will be ripped away from me. Deep down I expect it. Any hint of it and I roll down the cliff. You're mine, you know that, right? If you ever try to leave me, it won't go well.

Have you ever noticed, Oscar, that when people say, 'You're a smart woman', what they really mean to say is 'But I am smarter'?

I lived with humans for half a century. I've learned that you are weak, stupid, and easily cowed. Given the chance, you would rather fight each other than unite against a threat. I've never seen creatures who hate themselves so much.

Some part of me is still convinced it's a fluke and eventually it will be ripped away from me. Deep down I expect it. Any hint of it and I roll down the cliff.

Some people simply live to prove to others that they have more.

Monachopsis. It means a subtle but nagging feeling of not fitting in and knowing that you don't belong in the place you are.

The admiration vibrated in his voice and suddenly she was intensely jealous of herself.

Vain. Terminal fear of T-shirts or any other garment that would cover his pectorals.

Believe me, my boy, women don't love a man for himself but as a weapon against other women.

We are currently living in terrifying times which could become tragic overnight. Moreover, you are Russian and Jewish, and it could be that people who do not know you—though they must be few and far between given your fame as a writer—might cause problems for you, also

Toby had received, though not yet digested, one of the earliest lessons of adult life: that one is never secure. At any moment one can be removed from a state of guileless serenity and plunged into its opposite, without any intermediate condition, so high about us do the waters rise of our own and other people's imperfection.

She was a spoiler, a needler, an underminer, a diminisher, simply by instinct.

I'll never be happy, how can you love me, I'm awful, I'm covered with spiders, I'm doomed .

I adore your jealousy, especially when it's so misplaced. I expect Shakespeare wrote a sonnet about that.

I'm sorry I was awful. I'm so full of terrors.

Even the few whom we genuinely adore we have to belittle secretly now and then, as Toby and I had to belittle James, just to feed the healthy appetite of our wondrously necessary egos.

Mary did not believe in analysing herself, and she had left vague the notion that sometimes came to her that this anxious unfulfilled sort of loving was the only kind of which she was capable.

I can't see how anything can ever happen to us — I mean, I feel as if, if we leave this place, we shall crumble to pieces.

He felt as if he were being used, as if Willy were using him as a hard neutral surface against which to crush, like insects, the thoughts which haunted him.

The wound with which she travelled vibrated within her. She thought, I shall never have what I desire. I shall become bitter and defeated and dim, and I shall never really paint, I am a freak, a crippled animal, something to be put down, put to sleep, put out of its misery.

But I wanted to make what was terrible so much worse so as to be sure that it was fatal; like Hartley protecting herself by thinking I must hate her.

Jealousy lasts forever. Bad news for the young.