Quotes About Insecurity

Children who are not loved themselves often find it difficult to love others.

cowered in her seat. In her head, she heard Emmanouil's voice

But what was I but a scared child lost in a strange world? How could I replace all that been lost? Where was my place in the world?

No matter how many times the world had attempted to show me how special I was, I had always remained sure that it was all a hoax, that I really wasn't special after all. That I had nothing to offer.

I spent my youth building this wall to keep dangerous things away. I sometimes wonder now if I've kept them inside.

Life is better without the walls, everyone agrees. Still, sometimes I'm afraid of the outside world, and every so often in my private thoughts I wish the walls were still there to protect me. It feels like growing up, as if the safety of the childhood has been stripped away, and I've woken up on the edge of something dangerous. The walls are gone and I can do as I please. It's a freedom I'm not so sure I'm ready for.

In Los Angeles, as I gained and lost celebrity, then gained it again, I often found myself wondering why I, out of thousands like me, had become famous.

It's horrible being laughed at,' he said. 'People say you should be a good sport and get used to it, but the laughter never seems friendly and one never gets used to it. Or I don't.

If he was in the mood to admire someone, why had he not gone to someone genuinely pretty and attractive? She knew she was plain all right: she knew it with such depth and frankness that she could positively find it in her heart to despise his taste! And if she despised his taste, she must despise the whole situation of which she formed a part. He had set in motion a degrading event.

was just unable to follow the very, simple rules of improv comedy because I was too self-conscious. It was the classic case of being too in your own head, which fuels the cycle of self-consciousness and impaired performance.

Those who seem most boastful in a conversation, who jealously guard attention or speak over others, are often those who feel most insecure in themselves.

Alice: Is it because she's successful? Dan: No. It's because... she doesn't need me.

We pimp our precious lives to the infernal gnashing babble - Follow me! Friend me! Like me! But don't ever know me.

Anna: Since my opening last year...I'm disgusting. Larry: You're phenomenal. You're so clever.

Siempre paso miedo cuando vuelvo a pie a casa a estas horas... No sé exactamente dónde estoy...» Y era cierto que había que cruzar por una tierra de nadie o más bien por una zona neutra en la que uno estaba aislado de todo.

J'étais encore trop jeune pour connaître l'angoisse qu'elle éprouvait à rentrer seule chez elle.

Why am I so diffident and apprehensive when it comes to something that means a lot to me?

What's important is that I know how much you worry about shit. And what's also important is that I know a big part of your worry is that, no matter what group of friends you're in, no matter how long you've known them, you always assume you're the least-wanted person there. The one everyone else could do without.

You always assume you're the least-wanted person there. The one everyone else could do without.

People say they want freedom, but what they really want is freedom from worry.

What a sad thing men are. Can't do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can't build something up without tearing it down.

The nightmare feeling was rising in him, turning everything seem heavy and impossible, like he'd been asked to lift a mountain with his bare hands and no one would let him leave until he did.

What if, on some level, way down deep inside, right down to the very simplest, purified form of who he was, what if he was corrupted? What if there was some tiny, tiny fault in the first building blocks of who he was, and everything since that moment of life was just papering over an essential crack? And he was just a carapace built on a facade built on scaffolding and there was no real core to him, no real central worth? At all?

Hay cosas peores que ser invisible", había dicho el monstruo, y tenía razón. Conor ya no era invisible. Ahora todos lo veían. Pero estaba más lejos que nunca.