Quotes About Insecurity

If I knew what I was so anxious about, I wouldn't be so anxious.

I was completely anxious when I was young.

I'm not built to be famous, I'm not a star. I'm not special, so being stared at makes me very anxious.

My reality is feeling anxious before fan events or signings because I always feel like I'm the least favoured.

I was always anxious about whether I'd find a career I loved or be able to afford to buy a house.

From as far back as I can remember, I was scared and anxious.

I still think I'm not as good as anybody else.

I know throughout my childhood, there were many times I couldn't stand being a 'Jr.' I wouldn't want anybody else to go through that. If we'd had a boy, he wouldn't have been another Freddie Prinze.

If anyone else played Hermione, it would actually kill me.

I am not free because I can be exploded anytime.

I think anytime you work on something, even if you feel really good about it, you're never really sure. Once it's in the public space, it's out of my hands.

I am an approval junkie.

When you come from where I come from, you're trying to get approval for something - you don't know what.

For many years, the only thing I wanted in the world was the approval of Alberto Salazar. I still loved him. Alberto was like a father to me, or even like a god.

I always seek people's approval and I'm always never good enough.

I used to think I had nice arms, but I don't even think that anymore.

I don't like the way my arms jiggle.

For artists, we're always looking for approval. We're putting our artwork out there and saying, 'What do you think?'

The things people are ashamed of come through in whatever their outerwear is. I suppose I am always looking for that, even if it's somebody who, on the outside, seems to be perfect.

I was so ashamed of who I was.

I was ashamed of it, of the poverty I came from.

For some reason, I was deeply ashamed of the theater early on. I think it had to do with this growing sense I was gay, although I couldn't have put a word to it back then.

But how explain the perennial vigor of envy? — a vice that brings nothing in!

The handsome things she had admired from her youth up she suddenly suspected of age and absurdity. In short, she felt that fear which takes possession of nearly all authors when they read over a work they have hitherto thought proof against every exacting or blase critic: new situations seem timeworn; the best-turned and most highly polished phrases limp and squint; metaphors and images grin or contradict each other; whatsoever is false strikes the eye.