Quotes About Insecurity

Why am I so afraid of losing you when you're not even mine?

Most people enjoy the inferiority of their best friends.

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

Fear is the first enemy of love, because it cultivates hate by not allowing you to trust.

We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.

I'm afraid to love, because I don't want to get hurt.

Jealousy doesn't show how much you love someone, it shows how insecure you are.

When I saw you, I was afraid to meet you. When I met you, I was afraid to kiss you. When I kissed you, I was afraid to love you. Now that I love you, I'm afraid to lose you.

I'm afraid to love, afraid to love so fast, because every time I fall in love it seems to never last.

When I saw you around, I was scared to talk to you. I thought I was not pretty enough. When you spoke to me, I was scared for you to get to know me. I Thought I was not fun enough. When you asked me to be your girlfriend. I was scared to get too serious. I thought you would brake my heart. Now that you know me, love me and have not broken my heart, I'm scared to lose you. I dont think I can survive if your not in my life.

When he takes forever to text back, I sit here and wonder how many other girls hes texing.

Keep this in mind. One day there's going to be a guy who's going to love you. Your body, your smile, the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you laugh, he's going to love you and you are going to feel confident and on top of the world. One day you won't feel insecure. Your day is coming. I promise.

What sort of love is permeated by jealousy? You are jealous because you are unaware that everything you need is inside you.

I've given you my best, why does she get the best of you?

And all the times she'd been called a control freak, they were right, but they didn't understand why: because what she couldn't control was terrifying. Because what we couldn't control was death and that was too much for her brain, that was what sometimes made her so frightened that she could not make a mental connection with anything else, made her stop in the street and want to buckle over.

Kay both did and didn't want to ask whose boathouse this was. What stopped her wasn't fear of the answer. It was fear of Michael not wanting to be asked.

It's not the actual crime that makes me want to leave, it's the possibility that it can happen any time, any second now, even in the next minute. That it might never happen at all, but I'll think it will happen any second now for the next ten years.

Miss Betsy is looking at me. Some jealousy sure, but every woman have that in them

Me have a rule with woman. If your titty prettier and your body hotter than my woman I'll deal with you. Otherwise, fuck off.

One weeps not save when one is afraid, and that is why kings are tyrants.

if readers have a sincere desire to make life miserable for themselves, they might learn to compare themselves to other people. For those unfamiliar with this practice, he provides a few exercises. The first one displays full-length pictures of a man and a woman who embody ideal physical beauty by contemporary media standards. Readers are instructed to take their own body measurements, compare them to those superimposed on the pictures of the attractive specimens, and dwell on the differences.

Another problem with people who fail to examine themselves is that they often prove all too easily influenced.

If I were a first rate writer, I wouldn't mind a bit. What does depress me is this: it is so desperately hard and so obsessive and so lonely to write that, in return for all this work, one would like a little self satisfaction. And that is never going to come, for the simple reason that I do not deserve it. I cannot be a good enough writer. You see? I call it grim. But the future looks awfully clear to me.

It was like she could see me through my visor, which was a terrifying enough thought that my performance reliability dropped 3 percent.