Quotes About Insecurity

The more we fear, the more we need them. And the more we need them, the more powerful they get.

A guy like Franz could talk smack all day about my Afro, my lack of brains, my mother, her alleged lack of virtue.

Why were there some people who seemed so sure of themselves that it made him feel small and ignorant by comparison, as if they had a script to life with all the answers on it? He felt he didn't even know the questions.

"Why do men feel threatened by women?" I asked a male friend of mine.... "They're afraid women will laugh at them," he said.... Then I asked some women students in a quickie poetry seminar I was giving, "Why do women feel threatened by men?" "They're afraid of being killed," they said.

Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.

You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.

We women are constantly at war with our bodies, it is hard to find amnesty for ourselves.

Ugly. Is irrelevant. It is an immeasurable insult to a woman, and then supposedly the worst crime you can commit as a woman. But ugly, as beautiful, is an illusion.

Yet we always envy others, comparing our shadows to their sunlit sides.

Gli amori nuovi sono pieni di paure, Angela, non hanno un posto nel mondo e non hanno capolinea.

Tu ancora ami il mio cuore?" "Sempre. Sempre te per sempre." "Non pensi che sono cambiata, che sono peggiore? Pavida, gretta, stretta ai miei golfini, ai miei passi rachitici." "Penso che profumi di un odore che mi piacerà sempre.

Waspish tongues often go with plain faces.

Why does it scare me to think I might be ordinary? I remember when I started first grade and I could hardly pay attention for fear I wouldn't learn to read and write. I didn't want to be like everyone else. I didn't want to have to learn. I wanted to know everything already

Everyone has an opinion. And yet we feel more lost and afraid than ever

Being abandoned doesn't make for little angels.

Seventh grade. Eleven years old. A bookworm-misfit with long black braids, childish white socks, pointy pink glasses, and no courage for flirting. It's doesn't take long to learn that I'm ridiculous.

We all of us go about, she meant to tell him but was too occupied, wanting to be wanted but unsure why anybody should bother.

Criticism does demand a certain kind of authority, but what about the authority of not really being sure what you think?

This was a crush? It felt like gum stuck in my throat. Gum stuck in my heart. Mucking everything up. Crush . It felt crushing. Not in a good way. In an eating-too-much cookie-dough-and-getting-a-stomachache way. Too overwhelming.

When my enemies stop hissing, I shall know I'm slipping.

Comparing how you feel on the inside (bad) to the way someone else looks on the outside (great) is a losing proposition. It's an impossible standard.

My mom doesn't know what it's like to be less than perfect, how people zoom in on that until it's all they see. Maybe because it weirds them out...or maybe because it makes them feel better about themselves. People do pretty ugly things to make themselves feel better, this I do know.

I don't like the eyes. You get so tired, don't you? Of being looked at. Maybe some women feel flattered, but I've always felt the moment a man's eyes settle on me, he's halfway to feeling he can do anything.

I never trusted anybody at all. I don't know why it was so hard, I just didn't.