Quotes About Insecurity

When we're obsessed with someone, it's never about them. It's about us hating ourselves. And that's generally the tone of a lot of my videos, which is this desperate character who's overcompensating with being super happy. But she's broken.

There are a lot of coming out videos of people who are gay or lesbian, and they're so confident. But it made me cry because I'm not that. I don't know who I am 100 percent.

I had never really wanted to be famous. Everyone is supposed to want to be rich and famous, but as a boy I never knew what rich was, and the first view I had of famous made me leery.

You think you want me now. But you'll change. Someday you'll find it damned easy to forget about me. I'm a bastard. A servant, and not even an upper servant at that--" "You're the other half of me." (Again The Magic)

Aline," he whispered, mercilessly divesting himself of all pride, "I'm afraid of what I'll become if you won't have me.

I shouldn't let you go with Dashiell and Barksby," he said. "You'll be the only woman there. I don't like it." "Oh, it's all very circumspect. They're both gentlemen, and I'm—" "Spoken for," he had said curtly. "By me." Her heart beat a little faster. "Yes, I know," she admitted without looking at him.

First of all, there is no need to patronize me by implying that I'm Helen of Troy when it's clear that I'm no beauty.

What does scare you?" "I scare me.

But she understood from watching her mother that there was a cost to beauty—you were chained to it for years, and when it finally released you, you didn't know who you were anymore.

With a lot of hair and make-up then I'm possibly, remotely attractive. But it's rare, I don't think I'm ugly but I'm nothing particularly special. I'm not a yoga and health girl. I don't exercise that much and I eat crap and smoke and bite my nails.

Fabulous." She pushed her plate across to him. "Try it yourself. You need to put on weight. You look awful." He winced. "I've never been handsome, honey. If that's what you want, you're with the wrong guy. However, if you do find that guy I will bust his pretty face to a pulp so you might as well stick with me." She grinned. "Eat.

I can count on that? That you'll get out of here? Because you look an awful lot like you're about to go cowboy again on me, Iceman. More than you already have, and I can't accept that.

Tell them to who? Why would anyone want to hear my jokes? It was my I-don't-know-what-I-don't-know moment.

Other People's Perfection is a facade we create when we are second guessing ourselves.....Sara to Amanda

it should be, but you're still hesitating. Why?" "I'm afraid of losing who I am, and being only what he lets me be.

I trust this woman more than I trust myself right now. And that scares me in a way I haven't been scared in a very long time.

He's right. He is. But thankfully he's a dickhead who doesn't seem to know my panties are in Chris's pocket.

As a professional comedian, it's my theory that people get into comedy because there's something missing in their own personal life, and they need that void filled through laughter and acceptance onstage.

I wouldn't be comfortable, but at least I'd have marginal protection against pointy steel objects that went stab in the night.

An armed woman will be more of a target knights on the prowl. and unarmed women can find themselves without defines

Were they laughing at me? I forced myself to block them from my mind, to concentrate on the lake, the water. What were they to me? People I met today, that was all. We shared blood. The One who mattered to me still found me worthy, still loved me, whether I knew when to curtsy properly or not.

When my identity is tied to circumstances I become extremely insecure because circumstances are unpredictable and ever-changing... We must tie our identities to our unchanging, unflinching, unyielding, undeniably good, and unquestionably loving God.

But that wall won't stay built up in me. It's set on sand, and it shifts...I can't work up the tabby I need to mortar it solid.

One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line - gather, fall, slide...gather, fall, slide...each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.