Quotes About Insecurity

Wetting one's pants is no kind of self-esteem builder.

Suspicion, like bread, rises rapidly in a warm environment.

Everyone was against each other, trying to get their art displayed in the gallery. Some people would write that off as competition. I saw it as bullying. And in the music classes, to tell you the truth, I didn't get a lot of respect. Most kids started playing early. They took lessons with private teachers. My family

We were both shattered. We were broken people who longed to be whole. We thought it was love that was driving us to do what we did. But it wasn't love. It was fear. We were both too afraid of ending up unwanted and unneeded.

What's funny is that the idea of popularity - even the use of the word 'popular' - is something that had been mostly absent from my life since junior high. In fact, the hallmark of life after junior high seemed to be the shedding of popularity as a central concern.

The antithesis of fear is not certainty, but rather the vitality of relationship.

Every time we cheer the downfall of a powerful woman, we're giving ourselves the message that power is bad and we shouldn't desire it. Every time we revel in a beautiful woman's aging or weight gain, we reinforce the idea that we, too, are less valuable if we are old or overweight. Every time we gloat over a woman's loss of a husband to a younger, prettier rival, we are reminding ourselves that our own relationship is unstable, that someday our man, too, will move on to greener pastures.

I envy paranoids; they actually feel people are paying attention to them.

I see the way he looks at you when you're not aware of his gaze. I see the way you care for him. And so when you think he wants you gone, it is not that. He is simply afraid to lose you.

When a relationship fails. At times, we don't necessarily miss the person we were involved with; we miss the person we "hoped they could have been",if only they had changed. Or sometimes, we're just in love with the idea of being in love. Some people are insecure about being alone again. Some are afraid to let go of the familiar.Just remember, you can not change anyone but yourself so never make yourself a hostage to a sick relationship

I suddenly wondered if he thought that I was powerless, and then I realized that I was powerless.

I realized with even more surprise that while it already seemed that I was interested in doing whatever it was this man wanted, I did not want to pick up another girl. I would be too jealous. I didn't want to share him.

I wondered if I was afraid of him, after all.

I was suddenly afraid that if I seemed too upset or afraid, too crazy, he would stop.

I felt myself blush with disappointment. I looked away, afraid that they would see it.

Everyone there seemed to need an audience to be a version of themselves they were happy with,

We experience the wish for more perfect bodies as our own desire, as indeed it is, yet it is hard to separate out the ways bodies are seen, talked about and written about and the effect of that on our own personal perception of our own bodies and other bodies.

Children who feel that they are unloved can believe that there must be something very wrong about them which makes them unacceptable. The stinging sense of being not right causes them confusion and hurt, but they do not give up the desire for love and acceptance. They despair of it, certainly. They pine for it and perhaps fear it. But their pursuit of love and acceptance will dovetail with an attempt to change themselves into someone the child himself can accept.

If you want," he told her, "the dog'll go." "I want." "The dog really scares you that much?" She held out her hand, tried to hold it steady but couldn't. "No, I always shake like this.

You'll never be able to let him go. You'll always feel wrong about being with me.

Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say. "It must be. The sensation is completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks. "Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say.

I cover my face with my arms because this isn't happening. It isn't possible. For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me . . . no one can do that.

How about you, Mockingjay? You feel totally safe?" "Oh, yeah. Right up until I got shot," I say.

I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?