Quotes About Insecurity

Suis-je donc un Narcisse ? Pas même : trop soucieux de séduire, je m'oublie. Après tout, ça ne m'amuse pas tant de faire des pâtés, des gribouillages, mes besoins naturels : pour leur donner du prix à mes yeux, il faut qu'au moins une grande personne s'extasie sur mes produits.

We had a horrible fear of him because we sensed he was alone.

qui suis-je, sinon la peur que les autres ont de moi ?

For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.

I was filled with dread at the thought my mind had skipped town and left me behind to pay the rent. --Dexter

I mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?

Money to me had always been merely something the sheep used to show each other how wonderful they were.

It's terrible to have to depend on someone else.

Nothing else loves me, nor ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that's not a thing to love.

Still, it's always nice to be around somebody who thinks I am wonderful. It confirms my low opinion of people.

It made me feel almost giddy, like a high-school girl watching the captain of the football team worked up his nerve to ask for a date. You mean me? Little old me? Oh my stars, really? Pardon me while I flutter my eyelashes.

But why?" I said. And because I like to give as good as I get, I added, "Don't you like who you are?" The

when I added it all up, I realized what I had: a very strong possible maybe something or not, which might or might not be an actual threat or not. Or

God, it's like I have something, deep down inside of me, that i think is undeserving of love.

And when I added it all up, I realized what I had: a very strong possible maybe something or not, which might or might not be an actual threat or not. Or something.

flaccid weakness, and

the message of spiritual abuse is always the same: God won't love you, unless ... or God will only love you if ...

Boys groped, boys dissed, boys put you down. But it was the girls who made you bleed

How was it possible that he could handle Swiss bankers, West End impresarios, senior partners and seasoned solicitors, but was a quivering wreck in the presence of this man?

Only Sebastian really knew what she was going through. Her demons, as she called them. Jessica never stopped chattering whenever they were on their own, but the moment she became the centre of attention, like a tortoise she slipped back into her shell, hoping no one would notice her.

to acknowledge to ourselves how fear-based our lives and our decisions can be, and how inexperienced we are at facing and freeing ourselves from the inner workings of such pervasive and potentially destructive mental states.

Who do we become when we step through the monitor into the Blue Nowhere? From The Blue Nowhere

She had just started living like a grown-up and she'd never felt more vulnerable, frightened or confused in her life.

I should also mention, with the vestigial pang of a once flat-chested girl, Desdemona's voluptuous figure.