Quotes About Insecurity

A continual tug-of-war develops between the wish to merge and be taken care of, on the one hand, and the fear of engulfment, on the other. For

The borderline individual does not accept her own intelligence, attractiveness, or sensitivity as constant traits, but rather as comparative qualities to be continually re-earned

She felt like a child clad in the armour of an adult. She was perplexed at the respect she received from other adults; she expected them to see through her disguise at any moment, revealing her as an empress with no clothes. She needed someone to love and protect her from the world. She desperately sought closeness, but when someone came too close, she ran.

don't rely too much upon that unsteady flicker.

Every day I hold my breath until I see her. Sometimes in class, sometimes in the hallway. I can't start breathing until I see her smile at me. She always does, but the next day I'm always afraid she won't. At lunch I'm afraid she'll smile more at BT than at me. I'm afraid she'll look at him in some way that she doesn't look at me. I'm afraid that when I go to bed at night I'll still be wondering. I'm always afraid. Is that what love is - fear?

Or maybe you're merely uncomfortable with uncertainty. Like the rest of the human race.

Mr, B, what's wrong with me? [...] Nothing. You're smart enough to know you don't have all the answers, that's all.

I'm always afraid. Is that what love is—fear?

I'm afraid she'll look at him in some way that she doesn't look at me. I'm afraid that when I go to bed at night I'll still be wondering. I'm always afraid. Is that what love is— fear?

I wish I was back in the sixth grade. I was important there. I'm nothing here. I'm a turd.

My cynicism continuously undermines her faith in her own ability to master her moods.

For the love of Betsy, who talks like that? No wonder we were at the loser table.

Boys don't know how to be uncomfortable in their bodies, I realized, even the ones who don't look great. It's not that they can't be shy, or sad, or scared, just like girls. It's that they haven't been taught their bodies are bad their whole lives, like we are.

The whole world is sick...we've all got this pathetic need to be seen. We're a bunch of fucking toddlers trying to get attention.

Rye wondered if loving another person was a trap—that eventually you had to either lose them or lose yourself.

Shit. Claire riffles through worst-case scenarios: The pay is in cocaine;

I've always been surprised at how it stings, the laughter of small men. The smaller the man, the more the laughter hurts, as if saying, I may be nothing, but you are less.

Sometimes he would stare at a hand-sized place on her body, the notch above her hip, the curve of her calf, the groove at the back of her neck, and he worried about the loyalty of his hands, daydreamed about their betrayal.

I sit in front of the notebook and feel like it's just too late for me. And that this book isn't working, nothing's working, everything feels like it's made of spiders.

I sit in front of the notebook and feel like it's just too late for me. And that this book isn't working, nothing's working, everything feels like it's made of spiders." Those

I like you," he says. "…I think there's something between us, and I'm very afraid that I'm going to do the wrong thing again and send you running. And I don't want that. If you're going to go running anywhere, I'd prefer that you come running to me.

Steffi has been the one exception to the endless proof that the world is unstable and unreliable.

I'm afraid that when we hit the ground, this will be over. We'll land and this feeling between us will vanish. That you won;t feel it any longer. I can't stand that thought.

At school my boobs were bigger than all my friends' and I was afraid to show them. Now I feel like they make my outfits look better. They're like an accessory.