Quotes About Inadequacy

There are so many people around who are unsuccessful in life. They still bother to pinpoint because they think that if they are not able to do anything, they should humiliate those who are doing something.

The next time you feel unworthy, inadequate or inferior, remember that these experiences have nothing to do with humbleness, any more than lowering yourself to connect with another individual has to do with humbleness. There are no lower or higher individuals in the perception of a humble person. There are only souls. There is only love.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.

He's too short, he's too... tall, he's... just not going to work.

Say what we may of the inadequacy of translation, yet the work is and will always be one of the weightiest and worthiest undertakings in the general concerns of the world.

The Vietnamese have a saying that you can't use a basket to cover a lion or an elephant.

The reason we get angry when someone makes fun of you is cause you doubt your ability to do something

It is the feeling of inferiority, inadequacy and insecurity that determines the goal of an individual's existence.

When any of these forces gains the upper hand, it is usually because of deep-seated feelings of inadequacy. Yet

I've felt too stupid and inadequate amongst my ultra-intelligent course-mates, yet too geeky and opinionated for commercial radio.

Osbert Mulliner was simply unequal to the task of tackling cavemen.

And the more sexual images men and women absorb, the more they move from subjective attraction, colored by love and the emotions, to objective attraction, determined by an expertise in the human body that is rarely healthy to acquire. How many women begin to feel that their bodies are inadequate not intrinsically but in comparison to others? Too many.

I realize words are never enough; they stutter and cleave to the roof of my mouth.

He was surprised at how useless his mind was.

Estava tudo bem enquanto eles pudessem rir de mim e parecer inteligentes à minha custa, mas agora eles se sentiam inferiores ao imbecil. Comecei a ver que, por meio do meu surpreendente crescimento, eu os fiz encolher e enfatizei suas inadequações. Eu os havia traído, e eles me odiavam por isso.

And so it went. Most of them felt the way Joe and Frank and Gimpy did. It had been all right as long they could laugh at me and appear clever at my expense, but now they were feeling inferior to the moron. I began to see that by my astonishing growth I had made them shrink and emphasized their inadequacies. I had betrayed them, and they hated me for it.

I began to see that by my astonishing growth I had made them shrink and emphasized their inadequacies.

It had been all right as long they could laugh at me and appear clever at my expense, but now they were feeling inferior to the moron. I began to see that by my astonishing growth I had made them shrink and emphasized their inadequacies. I had betrayed them, and they hated me for it.

However much you wanted someone to want you, there was nothing you could do to make it happen. Whatever you did for them, whatever you gave them, whatever you let them take, it could never be enough. Never enough to be sure. Never enough to satisfy them. Never enough to stop them walking away. Never enough to make them love you.

Never suffer youth to be an excuse for inadequacy, nor age and fame to be an excuse for indolence.

The first lesson that the sages of the Upanishads teach their selected pupils is the inadequacy of the intellect. How can this feeble brain, that aches at a little calculus, ever hope to understand the complex immensity of which it is so transitory a fragment?

While he slept the world spun on, changed, situations altered and grew more complex, left him more inadequate to deal with them.

The tears that kept Buttercup company the remainder of the day were not at all like those that had blinded her into the tree trunk. Those were noisy and hot; they pulsed. These were silent and steady and all they did was remind her that she wasn't good enough. She was seventeen, and every male she'd ever known had crumbled at her feet and it meant nothing. The one time it really mattered, she wasn't good enough.

The tears that kept Buttercup company the remainder of the day were not at all like those that had blinded her into the tree trunk. Those were noisy and hot; they pulsed. These were silent and steady and all they did was remind her that she wasn't good enough.