Quotes About Self-doubt

I'm self-loathing, introverted, and neurotic.

I think with comedy I get very sort of critical of myself and try and do the best I can and it doesn't come as second nature. I work at those kinds of films. It doesn't mean I can't do them - I've done two now, and I have a great time doing them, but I just find myself a little bit more neurotic.

Ben Hopkins is a very nervous, neurotic kind of person who is afraid of not being liked by people all the time. But, Monster-Me doesn't know who those people even are.

I'm a fairly neurotic person.

Writing is one thing, but I'm way more insecure and neurotic when it comes to acting.

When you're a nerd, you know there's a million types of neurotic self-loathing.

I couldn't even pick up the newspaper without saying, 'This is a fine piece of writing. I wish to hell I could write like this.'

That's kind of always been that thing in the back of mind if I'm good enough to do certain things or take that next step in my career.

My head is filled with things I think I should be doing or should've done already. I slow down because I doubt myself or I get anxious or have a bout of depression. Then I have to build my confidence back up, and once that happens, then I power through until the next time.

There was a time in the marriage when I could no longer look at myself in a mirror, couldn't feel I was a nice person. A bad relationship can do that, can make you doubt everything good you ever felt about yourself.

The nightmare? The nightmare was myself. I was my own nightmare.

I will be honest, I've had a couple of restless nights thinking, I cannot go and look stupid!'

I would go to open-mic nights and realize that I was not near as bad as half the people.

There were times in the writing of Ninth House' where I thought, have I gone too far?'

I think it's the people who have no doubt that every word they put down is gold that probably don't write very well.

I had no idea that he was going to write that, but I've always believed that insecurity was what would keep you always in your innocence, no matter what the business did.

I have no idea what I'm doin'. I've never seen me.

I've said things and meant them, but I'm obviously a very confused person who has no idea how they feel about things.

You have no idea what it is like to constantly disappoint people. You see it the moment you meet them. You see in their eyes that they expected something so entirely different, and here they are meeting... you.

I have no idea how to ever sell myself in a snazzy way.

And I'll flip through the newest issue, walking back from my blue mailbox, hunting for the poem he chose over mine, and it'll be the same thing as always. The prose will have pulled back, and the poem will be there, cavorting, saying, I'm a poem, I'm a poem. No, you're not! You're an impostor, you're a toy train of pretend stanzas of chopped garbage. Just like my poem was.

For alarmingly large chunks of an average day, I am a moron.

I know, despite all the gloom and self-doubt that bubbles up from the deep when you get dumped, that you did not represent my last and best chance of a relationship. So, you know. Nice try. Close, but no cigar. See you around.

And she liked me. She liked me . She liked me. She liked me. Or at least, I think she did. I think she did. Etc.