Quotes About Insecurity

Poets, like whores, are only hated by each other.

By the age of twenty the distinctly Branwellian qualities would be developed from which he would never again shake himself free.

Demelza thought: She's one day too late, just one day. How beautiful she is; how I hate her. Then she glanced at Ross again, and for the first time like the stab of a treacherous knife it occurred to her that Ross's desire for her last night was a flicker for empty passion. All day she had been too preoccupied with her own feelings to spare time for his. Now she could see so much in his eyes.

si odiano sempre i testimoni della propria umiliazione e della propria inutilità. [...]

Myself, I'm quite embarrassed, I, a human.

Có? dziwnego zatem, ?e, przera?eni wÅ'asnÄ… sÅ'aboÅ›ciÄ… i ogromem zadaÅ", chowamy gÅ'owÄ™ w piasek i, organizujÄ…c sobie parodiÄ™ przeszÅ'oÅ›ci, uciekamy od Å›wiata w Å›wiatek?

I'd never join a club that would allow a person like me to become a member.

I failed to make the chess team because of my height.

If it's bad, I'll hate it because I hate bad writing. If it's good, I'll be envious and hate it all the more.

But why must I be supervised? All it does is confirm to Satchel his father is to be feared, a threat. But I loved him and wanted to see him.

I disagreed. I disagreed with the unquestioning confidence of the truly ignorant

I was dating whoever would say yes to my desperate pleas to let me feed them.

When it came to beautiful women, he had always seen himself as the plaintiff, a seller wandering ineptly through a buyer's market.

He couldn't bear the thought that she would want to go to an orgy, much less with or without him.

Cuántos millones de papanatas habrá en el mundo decididos a demostrarles a sus vecinos que tienen algo más que ellos?

Much hostile and aggressive behaviour among animals is the expression of social insecurity.

My fingers, which a second before had been taste buds savouring the food a little ahead of my mouth, became dirty under his gaze. They froze like criminals caught in the act. I didn't dare lick them. I wiped them guiltily on my napkin. He had no idea how deeply those words wounded me. They were like nails being driven into my flesh. I picked up the knife and fork. I had hardly ever used such instruments. My hands trembled. My sambar lost its taste.

I said nothing. It wasn't for fear of angering Mr. Kumar. I was more afraid that in a few words thrown out he might destroy something that I loved.

Her fear was something useless that only hampered her.

Whatever the reason for wanting to escape, sane or insane, zoo detractors should realize that animals don't escape to somewhere but from something. Something within their territory has frightened them - the intrusion of an enemy, the assault of a dominant animal, a startling noise - and set off a flight reaction.... Animals that escape go from the known into the unknown - and if there is one thing an animal hates above all else, it is the unknown.

I learned early that the one truly international quality among people of all races is xenophobia.

I have been in movies that I thought I wasn't very good in.

It was June 1980. I was standing in front of a full-length mirror studying my body. What I saw didn't please me. My face was full of deep wrinkles and lines, while the top of my forehead sported hairless patches of skin; vacant and deathly white chunks of scalp that, I realized with a certain amount of terror, could no longer be camouflaged by deft parting and combing. It was very depressing.

I hate how I don't feel real enough unless people are watching.