Quotes About Self-doubt

The question is, why do you think you can't be a writer? To be a writer, you need readers. I'm no painter, then. Who ever looks at my little dumb pieces of shit?

was pretty upset about it. Getting used to all new everything was screwing with my head. Clothes, people, house. The one thing I could still count on was being an idiot. Now I was supposed to trash what little there was left of Demon and be smart. Would I still be me? And

Probe deeply enough, under the slickest façade of confidence, and you tapped a vein of self-doubt or a hidden fear. Irrational fears and baseless doubts, many of them, but that was precisely why constant reassurance was necessary to the human animal.

Having the opportunity to choose is no blessing if we feel we do not have the wherewithal to choose wisely.

But grownups were always in a turmoil, every possible action muddied over by thoughts of the consequences, by self-doubt, by selfimage, by feelings of love and responsibility.

if you try to outrun your own shadow, you're bound to fall on your face.

Henry did not want to be fixed, was somehow convinced that the fix would be a lie, something that would lessen him.

When everything looks perfectly right about a person, there's usually something significantly wrong. They were probably in their early thirties, that awkward age when people still believe they matter and that life is going to go their way.

we ourselves do that each day. We use our crayons (our imagination) to scare ourselves instead of to create.

Or is it that I think too much?

Mr. Rogers might have liked me just the way I am, but I certainly don't.

When I look in the mirror, I know I'm looking at someone who isn't sure she deserves to be loved at all.

.. that terrible feeling that you're not good enough to be loved by the people you love most, and eventually by anyone else.

Never talk yourself out of knowing you're in love or into thinking that you are.

sometimes I think I've got this hard kernel in my heart, and nothing much can get inside it. I doubt if I can really love anybody.

Worthlessness is the default condition.

If the internal voice makes you doubt the value of your endeavours—or your life, or life itself—perhaps you should stop listening. If the critical voice within says the same denigrating things about everyone, no matter how successful, how reliable can it be? Maybe its comments are chatter, not wisdom.

people are generally very loath to talk publicly—it is a common fear, often severe enough to interfere with career progression4

I'd gone my whole life with people expecting things I didn't seem capable of giving, so why should now be any different?

Referring to my mental process as "thinking" was probably a stretch. It felt more like a broken record, and the part it kept skipping back to was the part where the world sucked, I sucked, and I was an idiot for thinking things would ever get any better.

I don't feel brave. I feel like a galloping idiot, stumbling from crisis to crisis, barely able to speak to any normal person

The eighteenth century, which distrusted itself in nothing, as a matter of course, hesitated in nothing.

Well, you know, a wise man once said that one of the great tragedies of our century is that a man can live his whole life and never know if he's a coward or not." I smiled, held up a forefinger. "Russell told me that.

Am I a monster?" he whispered hoarsely.