Quotes About Insecurity

When insecurity starts to rub off on you, you begin to lose a sense of belonging.

Thousands upon thousands are yearly brought into a state of real poverty by their great anxiety not to be thought poor.

Whenever you are afraid of something you are worshipping it. Whatever you fear, you bow down to and give it power.

When you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt.

It is always from the depths of its impotence that each power center draws its power, hence their extreme maliciousness, and vanity

The music is key. It has the power to transport you. I go from being a slightly insecure, shy kind of a person offstage, to this super-confident, motivated, entity onstage.

The world is a terrifying place these days. We're all operating right there on the edge of tilt, all the time. This shit can just happen. There are monsters around every corner. Pianos fall from the sky.

Everybody is shaky. If

it felt like I was headed right back to where I started—that once again I could lose everything I had, and that maybe I didn't deserve any of it. Maybe I had done something wrong.

En onmiddellijk daarop overrompelde mij de overtuiging van mijn eigen hinderlijkheid, wist ik hoe onmogelijk ik me had gemaakt, als een klein kind dat op visite is bij vreemden en op het tafelkleed kotst.

if we seek social status, we give other people power over us: We have to do things calculated to make them admire us, and we have to refrain from doing things that will trigger their disfavor.

It's not that [writers] are pompous jerks. We are insecure. We feel like we're fading away in this vast sea of scriveners.

If I ever let you down, it's not because I don't love you. It's because I don't love myself.

Thousands upon thousands are yearly brought into a state of real poverty by their great anxiety not to be thought poor.

If you want to make a million you don't have to understand money, what you have to understand is people's fears about money

Alas, the penis is such a ridiculous petitioner. It is so unreliable, though everything depends on it—the world is balanced on it like a ball on a seal's nose. It is so easily teased, insulted, betrayed, abandoned; yet it must pretend to be invulnerable, a weapon which confers magical powers upon its possessor; consequently this muscleless inchworm must try to swagger through temples and pull apart thighs like the hairiest Samson, the mightiest ram.

no one could say, looking at her lined, pale and puffy face, the shapeless garish sack she had double-pinned around her, or the misfocusing eyes and slack wet mouth, that she had led the right life, and she knew it, not even with Freud's fist could she repress that...

are incurably conceited and pathologically unsure of themselves; they respond to stroking the way a cat does.

Envy is a littleness of soul, which cannot see beyond a certain point, and if it does not occupy the whole space feels itself excluded.

The most insignificant people are the most apt to sneer at others. They are safe from reprisals. And have no hope of rising in their own self esteem but by lowering their neighbors.

We all exist in a state of doubt even when we do not realize it.

In the years after the death of Petrus, Hillegond had refused all offers of marriage, certain that her knowledge of men, despite her uncountable intimate encounters with them, was seriously bescrewed. Further, she grew certain from a recurring nightmare that should she ever consider a man as a second spouse, he would strangle her in her bed with a ligature.

What does she see in him?' Cork asked. 'He looks like a burned matchstick.

More than anything in this world, I wish I had been born rich. It would have made up for everything. I'd still be ugly, sure, but I'd be rich and ugly. I'd still be weak and dim and tongue-tied with women, but I'd be rich enough for them not to care. I'd no longer be a social misfit, I'd be eccentric. And most of all, I'd no longer be what I was, I'd be something different.