Quotes About Insecurity

What am I afraid of as an artist? I guess I was scared before of just not being heard. But I'm too loud now.

I'm an actor. And like a lot of actors, it's very important that everybody loves you all the time.

Nobody has any security in loving me.

I moved all the time as part of a military family, and I just really did not have very many friends. I remember having these feelings of walking into a room and feeling that nobody likes me, or thinking, 'I'm going to have to sit alone at lunch again.'

A lot of the characters I play seem to be lying to themselves in some way. They maybe present themselves as confident or good at something, but in reality, it's clear that they don't know what they're talking about.

What you fear is embarrassing yourself. Anyone who says they don't fear that is lying.

Girls are so often pitted against each other as enemies or adversaries. We even see it in 'Us' magazine: Who wore it better?

People go to the movies to watch a film and all they're thinking about is the actress's cellulite they saw in a magazine.

It just kills me when these girls look at magazines and wish they could look like that. I try to tell them, 'Nobody looks like that. Everything's airbrushed.'

Growing up, the main thing I was ashamed of was my voice. It is very effeminate.

It's just a fact of life that I don't think I've ever been taken particularly seriously in movies by movie makers. I don't know why.

I'm not very good at making decisions.

I'm the worst at making decisions!

I was pretty as a child and I felt that I wasn't very manly and that plagued me for years.

and the boys made fun of her skinny legs that were always bruised and cut from her tomboyish antics at the ranch. There was one special boy, Jake Weldon. Maggie pretended not to notice him. He was one of the boys who made fun of her, and it hurt really

Some people are thoroughly self-centred. This thing goes with me. I need it for moral support.

Is something the matter?" Sophie sniffed. "I'm old.

In fact, Cat was fairly sure Tonino was feeling just the way Cat had felt himself when he first came to Chrestomanci Castle, and Cat could not get over the annoyance of having someone have feelings that were his.

But perhaps the answer is to stop writing altogether, for when I do write, even now as I write this very sentence, this very word, I am aware of a ghost reader who leans over my shoulder watching my pen, who twists my words and perverts my meaning, and makes me uncomfortable in the privacy of my own thoughts. It is very aggravating to be presented to oneself in a light so different from the familiar one, even when it is clearly a false light. I will not write any more.

Everyone creates what he fears.

Incidentally, I never felt less brisk in my life, because being looked at like that makes a person feel dizzy.

I could see he was nervous; at least, I thought I could, but then it struck me how little I know of him, or of Topaz or Rose or anyone in the world, really, except myself.

It is part of a follow-my-leader game of second-best we have all been playing . . . it isn't a very good game; the people you play it with are apt to get hurt.

Feeling like what, Cassandra Mortmain? Flat? Depressed? Empty? If so, why, pray? I thought if I made myself write I should find out what is wrong with me, but I haven't, so far. Unless — could I possibly be jealous of Rose? I will pause and search my innermost soul . . . I have searched it for a solid five minutes. And I swear I am not jealous of Rose; [..]