Quotes About Self-doubt

I was already too afraid to say anything. I can't even properly say my own name,

You were just worried about me." An exhale, relieved that I had understood. "Yeah" I turned. "Because you think I'm worth it" He put his fingers under my chin. "I absolutely think your worth it." "But you don't think you are." His mouth opened. Shut. "That's what this is about, Derek. You won't let us worry about you because you don't think you're worth it. But I do. I absolutely do.

The second role of a mentor is encouragement. Mentors lead us to believe that we can achieve something that seemed improbable or impossible to us before we met them. They don't allow us to succumb to self-doubt for too long, or the notion that our dreams are too large for us. They stand by to remind us of the skills we already possess and what we can achieve if we continue to work hard.

I told myself that, too. It turned out myself was a skeptical bitch and didn't believe me.

I felt like I was stretching to convince the world that my work was interesting, yet no one cared.

The more I studied the issue, the more I noticed that the passion hypothesis convinces people that somewhere there's a magic "right" job waiting for them, and that if they find it, they'll immediately recognize that this is the work they were meant to do. The problem, of course, is when they fail to find this certainty, bad things follow, such as chronic job-hopping and crippling self-doubt.

I sometimes have a horrible fear of turning up a canvas of mine. I'm always afraid of finding a monster in place of the precious jewels I thought I had put there!

1)I regard it as a waste of time to think only of selling: one forgets one's art and exaggerates one's value. 2)I sometimes have a horrible fear of turning up a canvas of mine. I'm always afraid of finding a monster in place of the precious jewels I thought I had put there!

You don't have to do everything by the time you're 30. Or 40. All you need is a work ethic. It's what allows you to push through moments of disappointment and self-doubt and fear.

I'm not sure I agree with everything he says; but then I'm not sure I agree with everything I say.

Sometimes, indeed, there is such a discrepancy between the genius and his human qualities that one has to ask oneself whether a little less talent might not have been better.

I don't need any outside enemies. I have a perfectly good one residing right between my ears.

I took the Big Leap into my Zone of Genius, I might fail. What if I really opened up to my true genius and found that my genius wasn't good enough?

And the voice grows stronger and stronger, and it's my voice this time and it's asking a question: How does she know?

I don't know how to be a friend. I don't know how to be anything.

You type what you're feeling and press send before you have a chance to talk yourself out of it. And then you wait, and wait, and wait, and nothing comes back, so all those things you thought were so important to say, really, they weren't. They weren't worth saying at all.

It had to do with the doubts. The same niggling doubts I always had about not belonging. I didn't feel like I belonged with my family, and now I didn't feel like I belonged with Adam, except unlike my family, who was stuck with me, Adam had chosen me, and this I didn't understand. Why had he fallen for me? It didn't make sense.

I'm so good at faking I don't even know when I'm doing it

I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. So I do nothing.

When exactly had the mirror stopped singing her praises and started whispering her doubts? And why had she gone back to it day after day? Why had she asked a mirror—or anyone for that matter—to tell her who she was? But then again, why do any of us?

Mental face palm. Suddenly I wasn't sure there was enough room on the campus for both me and his ego.

I ask myself: Would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm instead of shock treatments and medication?

Sometimes we get challenges that we are not worth for.

Dakota?" Izzy asks. "Am I smart enough to be a nerd?