Quotes About Insecurity

Jealousy tells us there is room for only one—one poet, one painter, one whatever you dream of being.

Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt. —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Perfectionism is fear in a fancy dress.

Jealousy is a map. It tells us—with excruciating precision—just where and for what we yearn.

Seeking to value ourselves, we look to others for assurance. If what we are doing, threatens them, they cannot give it. If what we envision is larger than what they can see, they cannot give support for what it is we are doing.

alguien que se esconde entre las sombras, temeroso de dar un paso y de exponer su sueño a la luz, por miedo a que ese contacto lo haga desintegrarse.

Remember, it takes nurturing to make an artist. Shadow artists did not receive sufficient nurturing. They blame themselves for not acting fearlessly anyhow.

I'll look like an idiot

Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all.

And in these times, people were always in danger of becoming less than fully themselves. If you terrorised them enough, they became something else, something diminished and reduced: mere techniques for survival. And so, it was not just an anxiety, but often a brute fear that he experienced: the fear that love's last days had come.

If Tony hadn't been fearful, hadn't counted on the approval of others for his own self-approval . . . and so on, through a succession of hypotheticals leading to the final one: so, for instance, if Tony hadn't been Tony.

Monoglot, the sign of an enclosed and self-deluding country.

Everything seems to be working. Except me. I'm broken.

Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Take pride away from a man and you might as well run a knife through his heart.

Then it stands to reason that love doesn't make a man less than what he already is. It makes him vulnerable. Perhaps it does, Ramsey agreed. And if his mind is constantly consumed with thoughts of her, then he becomes weak. Is that not so? Ramsey smiled. I'll tell you what is so. You love her, Brodick, and that scares the hell out of you. I should have broken your nose.

What is left of a woman once her last five pounds are gone?

They had a confidence that we lacked. And much better hair. So many colors. And we regretted that we could not be more like them.

You love me? Who loves you?

It came to me that it was possible to be afraid of your own fear, and that such a phenomenon was utterly ridiculous.

You speak like a jealous lover. -Fola to Broichan

Not so easy. Give your heart to someone and you spend your life in fear of losing them. In terror of seeing them hurt.

Quiero que ella me vuelva loco de celos. Deseo que me haga sospechar que ha ido demasiado lejos. Quiero que haga eso.