Quotes About Insecurity

He was of an impressible nature, and lived a great deal in other people's opinions and feelings concerning himself...

Some people are so sensitive that they feel snubbed if an epidemic overlooks 'em.

I have moments where I feel incredibly ugly or fat, and it sucks, you know? I'll usually try to keep a positive attitude because I'm really so grateful for where I am and the life I get to live, but I definitely have to work hard not to feel insecure.

I don't think it's a healthy thing in your personal life to go around with that never-sure attitude.

The way to hold a husband is to keep him a little jealous; the way to lose him is to keep him a little more jealous.

Nothing held her, she was nothing holding to this thing: I am Hermione Gart, a failure.

I would even argue that, for many displaced people, nostalgia is also blended with fear - the fear of uncertainty and of facing the challenges posed by the larger world and the fear of the absence of the clarity and confidence provided by the past. In essence, nostalgia is associated mostly with the experience of a particular type of migrants, namely, exiles.

Would that thy love, beloved, had less trust in me, that it might be more anxious!

principles all directly go against the received economic wisdom of the last three decades. This will have made some readers uncomfortable. But unless we now abandon the principles that have failed us and that are continuing to hold us back, we will meet similar disasters down the road. And we will have done nothing to alleviate the conditions of billions suffering poverty and insecurity, especially, but not exclusively, in the developing world. It is time to get uncomfortable.

I like normal stuff people fear - like spiders and heights. I'm frightened by the unknown, by things that are hard to figure out and get a grip on.

My whole life I've had the fear that I was going to be abandoned.

And it was on my first day on Earth that I realized I didn't measure up, and I never would.

I can't remember what it's like to face a mirror And not hate the person staring back at me

?nsan, "Yapaca??m i?e ba?kalar? ne der?" diye kayg?land?kça, Allah'?n hidayetiyle aras?ndaki perde kal?nla??r.

You sap our self-confidence until we exist merely to court your approval (...) You keep us perpetually off balance, unpleasantly aware of our inferiority, and that's the whole secret of your skill and power.

Yes, Eleanor loathed herself and yet required praise, which she then never believed.

So badly did he not want to fuck it up, he could only fuck it up.

Power and violence are opposites where the one rules absolutely, the other is absent. Violence appears where power is in jeopardy, but left to its own course it ends in power's disappearance.

I don't know, those ice-cream balls could be a little tighter," he says, a serious look on his face like he actually means it. Noel's chuckling, which is a relief because it means it looks okay to him, but I'm ready to lose it. I can't believe I'm letting this coke-snorting new guy get the best of me. "Yeah," I say, "like marbles. We could name the dish after you.

I remember one time I heard this English professor asking the class what the world's scariest noise is. Is it a man crying out in pain? A woman's scream of terror? A gunshot? A baby crying? And the professor shakes his head and says, 'No, the scariest noise is, you're all alone in your dark house, you know you're all alone, you know that there is no chance anyone else is home or within miles—and then, suddenly, from upstairs, you hear the toilet flush.

Everyone wants a prodigy to fail; it makes our mediocrity more bearable.

He was a precocious and delicate little boy, quivering with the malaise of being unloved. When we played, his child's heart would come into its own, and the troubled world where his vague hungers went unfed and mothers and fathers were dim and far away--too far away to ever reach in and touch the sore place and make it heal--would disappear, along with the world where I was not sufficiently muscled or sufficiently gallant to earn my own regard.

Perhaps that is the only cure for jealousy, to realize that the people we resent and envy for having what we lack, probably have wounds and scars of their own. They may even be envying us.

Several recent authors have written of "the imposter phenomenon," describing the feeling of many apparently successful people that their success is undeserved and that one day people will unmask them for the frauds they are.