Quotes About Insecurity

An individual, for example, who is afraid of blushing when he enters a large room and faces many people will actually be more prone to blush under these circumstances. In this context, one might amend the saying The wish is father to the thought to The fear is mother of the event.

In human affairs there is no room for certainty

The world wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames.

I am not so gifted as at one time seemed likely.

Am I too fast, too facile? I do not know. I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.

She was a fly, but the others were dragonflies, butterflies, beautiful insects, dancing, fluttering, skimming, while she alone dragged herself up out of the saucer.

It is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him. Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.

It rasped her, though, to have stirring about in her this brutal monster! to hear twigs cracking and feel hooves planted down in the depths of that leaf-encumbered forest, the soul; never to be content quite, or quite secure, for at any moment the brute would be stirring, this hatred...

Why then did she do it? She looked at the canvas, lightly scored with running lines. It would be hung in the servants' bedrooms. It would be rolled up and stuffed under a sofa. What was the good of doing it then, and she heard some voice saying she couldn't paint, saying she couldn't create, as if she were caught up in one of those habitual currents in which after a certain time experience forms in the mind, so that one repeats words without being aware any longer who originally spoke them.

and I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse perhaps to be locked in; and, thinking of the safety and prosperity of the one sex and of the poverty and insecurity of the other and of the effect of tradition and of the lack of tradition upon the mind of a writer

When anybody says 'How future ages will envy me', it is safe to say that they are extremely uneasy at the present moment.

Sometimes she had it; sometimes not. She never knew why it came or why it went, or if she had it until she came into the room and then she knew instantly by the way some man looked at her

know that women are an overmatch for them, and therefore they choose the weakest or the most ignorant. If they did not think so, they never could be afraid of women knowing as much as themselves.

çünkü arkas?nda belli bir neden yoksa kad?nlar herhangi bir ilgiden çok kuÅŸkulan?rlar, gizlemeye ve bast?rmaya öyle fena al??m??lard?r ki, kendilerine dikilen bir göz k?rp?ld??? anda f?rlay?p kaçmaya haz?rd?rlar.

Mo?liwe, ?e obstaj?c odrobin? zbyt uporczywie przy ni?szo?ci kobiet, profesor nie mia? wcale na uwadze ni?szo?ci kobiet w?a?nie, ale raczej swoj? w?asn? wy?szo??. To j? w?a?nie stara? si? ochroni? - a robi? to gor?czkowo i mo?e z nieco zbyt wielkim naciskiem, poniewa? jego wy?szo?? stanowi?a dla? nies?ychanie cenny klejnot.

Without self confidence we are as babes in the cradle.

but that was too harsh a phrase — could depend so

Much rather would she have been one of those people like Richard who did things for themselves, whereas, she thought, waiting to cross, half the time she did things not simply, not for themselves; but to make people think this or that; perfect idiocy she knew (and now the policeman held up his hand) for no one was ever for a second taken in. Oh if she could have had her life over again! she thought, stepping on to the pavement, could have looked even differently!

De... de... miért érzi magát, anélkül, hogy okát tudná adni, hirtelen ilyen kétségbeejtÅ'en boldogtalannak?

and thinking of the safety and prosperity of the one sex and the poverty and insecurity of the other and of the effect of tradition and the lack of tradition upon the mind of a writer, I thought at last that it was time to roll up the crumpled skin of the day, with its arguments and its impressions and its anger and its laughter, and cast it into the hedge.

How he wrote and it seemed good; read and it seemed vile; corrected and tore up; cut out; put in' was in ecstasy' in despair; had his good nights and bad mornings... and could not decide whether he was the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.

They both felt uncomfortable, as if they did not know whether to go on or go back.

feeling herself suddenly shrivelled, aged, breastless

se dirigió al extremo opuesto del salón, haica un rincón en penumbra donde colgaba un espejo, y se miró. ¡No! No iba bien. Y de inmediato la congoja que siempre intentaba ocultar, la profunda insatisfacción - la sensación que tenía, desde que era niña, de ser inferior a los demás -, se apoderó de ella, implacable, despiadada, con tal intensidad que no podía rechazarla