Quotes About Insecurity

I was cursed by the unhappy peculiarity that the more I feared people the more I was liked, and the more I was liked the more I feared them - a process which eventually compelled me to run away from everybody.

The more I feared people the more I was liked, and the more I was liked the more I feared them.

My unhappiness was the unhappiness of a person who could not say no. I had been intimidated by the fear that if I declined something offered me, a yawning crevice would open between the other person's heart and myself which could never be mended through all eternity. Yet I now refused in a perfectly natural manner the morphine which I had so desperately craved.

It is almost impossible for me to converse with other people. What should I talk about, how should I say it?—I don't know.

Cuanto más pienso, menos entiendo. Me persigue la inquietud y el miedo de sentirme diferente a todos. Casi no puedo conversar con los que me rodean. No sé qué decir, ni cómo decirlo.

But the idea of being respected used to intimidate me excessively.

My unhappiness was the unhappiness of a person who could not say no. I have been intimidated by the fear that if I declined something offered me, a yawning crevice would open between the other person's heart and myself which could never be mended through all eternity.

I know that I am liked by other people, but I seem to be deficient in the faculty to love others.

I was cured by the unhappy peculiarity that the more I feared people the more I was liked, and the more I was liked the more I feared them - a process which eventually compelled me to run away from everybody.

Sei que as pessoas gostam de mim, apenas me falta a capacidade de amar alguém. (Embora eu tenha minhas dúvidas se os seres humanos, em geral, têm essa capacidade de "amar".)

Everyone kept saying that I was the ugliest boy in the family. And if they had known how fussy I was about clothes, they would surely have had a good laugh at my expense. I pretended not to care about my appearance, and this seemed to do the trick. I gave the impression of being dull and uncouth, no doubt about it. It was awful hearing them remark over and over how ugly I was.

Harada seemed quite menacing. But men of his type are sometimes so intimidated by their own grandeur that they turn into cowards.

I'm afraid I don't really have a clear understanding of the psychology of the powerful- particularly the absolutely invincible variety, which I've never met or known to exist. I'm a story writer with such feeble imaginative powers that unless I myself have experienced something, I can't write one line- I can't write a word- about it.

Haters need to see you go down to lift themselves up.

Rather than elevate themselves to your level, haters would rather drag you down. Once you understand them, you will no longer feel confusion or even dislike. You'll just feel sorry for them.

Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous of other women's husbands.

My misgivings arise from the fact that I search within to find how He will do what He says. My doubts spring from the depths of my own inferiority.

Envy feeds on the living. It ceases when they are dead.

Love is full of anxious fears.

Even now, I have a lot of trouble understanding why Sharon stayed – or why she married me in the first place, come to think of it. I mean, she was actually afraid of me half the time. And the truth was I was afraid of me, too. Afraid of what I'd do to myself or, even worse, to someone else.

I was twenty now, and had given up all hope of being a singer or ever getting out of Aston. PA system or no PA system, it wasn't going to happen. I'd convinced myself that there was no point in even trying, because I was just going to fail, like I had at school, at work, and at everything else I'd ever tried. 'You ain't no good as a singer,' I told myself. 'You can't even play an instrument, so what hope d'you have?'

The worse I got, the more I worried that Sharon would leave me. And the more I worried, the worse I got.

Snart finns ej längre land, ej stad, där du trygg är, och ingen frågar vad det innebär.

Ma, I'm gonna stay home and watch Sid Caesar. THE MOTHER You gonna die without a son. MARTY So I'll die without a son. THE MOTHER Put on your blue suit... MARTY Blue suit, gray suit, I'm still a fat little man. A fat little ugly man.