Quotes About Insecurity

I live in a neighborhood so bad that you can get shot while getting shot.

I knew a girl so ugly that she was known as a two-bagger. That's when you put a bag over your head in case the bag over her head breaks.

Jewish introspection and Jewish humor is a way of surviving . . . if you're not handsome and you're not athletic and you're not rich, there's still one last hope with girls, which is being funny.

So I went to a club the other day, which is timely because my self esteem had been hovering right around 'normal' and I had been meaning to knock it down to negative 1000.

I hate girls that giggle all the time... You hate any girl that David looks at.

I can't swim. I can't drive, either. I was going to learn to drive but then I thought, well, what if I crash into a lake?

Showing off seemed to me to be a highly valuable and necessary activity when I was 20.

Head gear, plus acne equals...table for one in the cafeteria.

I stare at Hans. Hans is shaped like an industrial-sized refrigerator. His hands are like cinder blocks.He should not be afraid of a little thing like the ocean.

Will you read this? I think maybe it sucks. Or maybe it's awesome. It's probably awesome. Tell me it's awesome, okay? Unless it sucks." — Nick

I'm too short to be strong!

I hate that question, "Are you okay?" It's like asking someone if they think you look fat. You're almost guaranteed to get a lie.

The greater the artist, the greater the doubt. Perfect confidence is granted to the less talented as a consolation p

For me, boviscopophobia (=the morbid fear of being seen as bovine) is an even stronger motive than semi-agoraphobia for staying on the ship when we're in port.

Jealousy. It's a terrible thing. Unless it's someone else's.

I fear that someday you will abandon the joys we share and find another not worthy of your charms.

Paranoid means you are aware of 10% of the problem

If I facepalm myself too much, maybe the pimples will go away.

He was afraid to pick up the baby. If he touched it, it might bond with him or something. Or he might leave fingerprints all over it.

Are you taking us to hell?" I ask, and Denise answers with an ominous, "More or less.

How can you love someone who doesn't think they deserve to be loved?

I mean emotionally, women are like Bruce Lee and we're like Donald Duck. An' I think a lotta guys are afraid of that.

It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid.

Most people spend their lives vulnerable, relying on the rest of the world to not take advantage of it.