Quotes About Insecurity

I'm still scared, still wanting to run at times when I look into your eyes and wonder how I will ever be the sort of man you deserve. I want so much to deserve you. To be worthy of a woman like you.

she was not 'cool' enough to be in such a position – a legacy of her school experiences, perhaps.

She always felt a little uneasy around women who were more sophisticated than she was.

I'm scared to death of being poor. It's like a fat girl who loses 500 pounds but is always fat inside. I grew up poor and will always feel poor inside. It's my pet paranoia.

Every time we choose safety, we reinforce fear.

I have been overlooked many times by men—including godly Christian men—because I don't fit a physical profile.

The only way you'll find out if you "have it in you" is to get to work and see if you do. The only way to override your "limitations, insecurities, jealousies, and ineptitude" is to produce. You have limitations. You are in some way inept. This is true of every writer, and it's especially true of writers who are twenty-six. You will feel insecure and jealous. How much power you give those feelings is entirely up to you.

Jean-Paul Sartre famously said that "hell is other people," which is true enough, but truer still is hell is other people's boyfriends

There's a crazy lady living in your head. I hope you'll be comforted to hear that you're not alone. Most of us have an invisible inner terrible someone who says all sorts of nutty stuff that has no basis in truth.

You will feel insecure and jealous. How much power you give those feelings is entirely up to you.

You cannot convince people to love you.

You're generally less humble in that decade than you'll ever be and this lack of humility is oddly mixed with insecurity and uncertainty and fear.

You aren't afraid of love. You're afraid of all the junk you've yoked to love. And you've convinced yourself that withholding one tiny word from the woman you think you love will shield you from that junk.

What's on the other side of the tiny gigantic revolution in which I move from loathing to loving my own skin? What fruits would that particular liberation bear? We don't know—as a culture, as a gender, as individuals, you and I. The fact that we don't know is feminism's one true failure. We claimed the agency, we granted ourselves the authority, we gathered the accolades, but we never stopped worrying about how our asses looked in our jeans.

But when I would see the surrogate, my first instinct, my first reaction would be jealousy, because she was doing what I wanted to do.

You're constantly trying to prove yourself, even after you've made it.

There can be no real individual freedom in the presence of economic insecurity.

Everything I've ever done was out of fear of being mediocre.

Honestly, which one of us can rightly claim that they are absolutely confident in what they do and have no doubt whatsoever in their knowledge or decisions?

This is how we girls are. At times we want to be wanted, even when we deny it.

Say that to my mother. She stays up at night wondering about who will marry me with this skin colour.

All non-hot girls are jealous of the hot ones.

Com o tempo aprendi que o ciúme é um sentimento para proclamar de peito aberto, no instante mesmo de sua origem. Porque ao nascer, ele é realmente um sentimento cortês, deve ser logo oferecido à mulher como uma rosa. Senão, no instante seguinte ele se fecha em repolho, e dentro dele todo o mal fermenta. O ciúme é então a espécie mais introvertida das invejas, e mordendo-se todo, põe nos outros a culpa de sua feiura

I was still shy and afraid to talk, for fear I'd say the wrong thing and make a clown of myself. I even remember a writer asking me for a 'quote' and I was so green I didn't know what a quote was. I thought it was a soft drink.