Quotes About Insecurity

He was emotionally worn out from wondering what she really thought of him, and confused by the fact that he cared so deeply about her opinion. And she, maybe, was beginning to think that if Hiro was so convinced in his own mind that he was unworthy of her, maybe he knew something she didn't. Hiro

The Rat Thing has them now," Hiro says.

She's pretty. (It's amazing how girls can say this and make it the most withering insult.)

Do you have difficulty sleeping?" "Sometimes not. When I do it's bad, though. I lie there thinking about how everything I've done is a failure, death and failure, and there's no hope for me except being homeless, because I'm never going to be able to hold a job because everyone else is so much smarter.

My one friend is a screwup—a genius blessed with the most beautiful girl in the world, and he doesn't even know it.

Something deep in my guts, below my heart, has made a shift to the left and settled in a more comfortable place. It's not the Shift, but it's a shift. I picture Nia with her gorgeous face and little body and black hair and pouty lips and Aaron's hands all over her but also with her pot smoking and the pimples on her forehead and making fun of people all the time and the way she's always so proud of how she's dressed. And I picture her fading.

I'm young, but I'm already screwing up my life. I'm smart but not enough - just smart enough to have problems.

Human nature scares the hell out of me.

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FELIX. I can't stand it, Oscar. I hate me. Oh, boy, do I hate me. OSCAR. You don't hate you. You love you. You think no one has problems like you. FELIX. Don't give me that analyst jazz. I happen to know I hate my guts. OSCAR. Come on, Felix; I've never seen anyone so in love. FELIX. (Hurt) I thought you were my friend. OSCAR. That's why I can talk to you like this. Because I love you almost as much as you do.

That's when I started to leave it behind. I realized that I got my entire validation from women. Women became like gods to me, but false gods.

We make fun of those we're most scared of becoming.

I think the existential dilemma is: We're social animals, so we all wrestle with a sense of inadequacy. But when we realize that we're not as inadequate as we thought we were, and when we realize that everybody else also thinks they're inadequate, then that ache goes away and the idea that we're not a person of value disappears to some extent.

The answer: I was never actually pursuing sexual freedom. I was pursuing control, power, and self-worth. I was either acting like my mom or making someone into my mom. But rarely was I actually myself. Because, as I witnessed on ecstasy, the feeling that I'm not acceptable as I am is so fucking overwhelming that I'm terrified to let go and just be myself with anyone.

The problem many people have is that the exact quality that originally attracted them to their partner becomes a threat once a serious relationship begins.

There's nothing a man with low self-esteem loves more than a beautiful woman who doesn't know she's beautiful.

Back then, I had no idea that I'd ever feel unsafe in America or be preparing for disaster myself. We seemed to stand monolithic and invulnerable at the center of the political, cultural, and moral universe, unchallenged as the world's lone superpower. For

Simply by defining oneself as a PUA—a title earned solely by the responses of women—one becomes doomed to derive his entire self-esteem and identity from the attention of the opposite sex, not

And because no one ever understands a word I say—my voice is too fast, quiet, and mumbly—I started taking weekly private lessons in speech and singing.

In his book The Sensation of Being Somebody, Maurice Wagner wrote: Try as we might by our appearance, performance or social status to find self-verification for a sense of being somebody, we always come short of satisfaction. Whatever pinnacle of self-identity we achieve soon crumbles

Frankly the question came to this: what was the matter with her? Was there, without her knowing it, some peculiar lack in her? Absurd. But she began to have a feeling of discouragement and hopelessness. Why couldn't she be happy, content, somewhere Other people managed, somehow, to be. To put it plainly, didn't she know how? Was she incapable of it?

As he'd thought, and as he'd always known, Henry and Vivian were better suited for each other. But better is not best, and though he was angry— and hurt— he was also concerned about Vivian. He still liked Henry, but not as much as Henry liked himself. He would have told Vivian this— as a friend— but she might think it was coming from a jealous ex-lover. So he wasn't going to say anything now.

Why do I piss people off? What is wrong with me?

He did not display his locomotive or his traction engine to his fellow professors, fearing that if he did so he would not be taken seriously when he spoke on mediaeval poetry.