Quotes About Self-doubt

Anytime some well-meaning person forces you to demonstrate you have no talent and rubs your nose in the fact you're a failure at the only dream you ever had, take another drink.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

I'm not stupid, but I'm getting there.

So long as my checks cleared, I'd no interest in figuring down to the penny how poor I always was. For the same reason, I've put off writing a book on writing. I didn't want to be faced with how little I could offer on the subject. How stupid I remained after all this time and practice.

The girl in 8G has no faith in herself, Marla shouts, and she's worried that as she grows older, she'll have fewer and fewer options.

Writers are made -- forged, really, in a kiln of their own madness and insecurities -- over the course of many, many moons.

It all came down to entitlement, and one's sense of it. Marina, feeling entitled, never really asked herself if she was good enough. Whereas he, Julius, asked himself repeatedly, answered always in the affirmative, and marveled at the wider world's apparent inability to see the light. he would have to show them - of this he was ever more decided, with a flamelike conviction. But he was already thirty, and the question was how?

Marina, feeling entitled, never really asked herself if she was good enough. Whereas he, Julius, asked himself repeatedly, answered always in the affirmative, and marveled at the wider world's apparent inability to see the light. He would have to show them.

One night, on the phone with him, in the car on the way back from the grocery store, I broke down crying and said, "I'm a terrible wife. I'm not a good person. I'm as bad as everyone says." He said, "Don't flatter yourself. You're no better and no worse than anyone else.

Who hasn't asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?

I begin. I write a draft without ever looking back. Without ever touching what's gone before. Because I think it will be shit, so I daren't look back. I write a draft. I start again. I have the text when I start the second draft and then I do the same thing a third time. - To Linda L. Richards, The January Interview

As if these daily humiliations and sacrifices mean something, are tallied by the ones who keep the books. Tomorrow we pick up where we left off. Sleep tight. Sleep deep. Sleep the sleep of the successful because somehow you made it through the day without anyone finding out that you are a complete fraud.

Sleep the sleep of the successful because somehow you made it through the day without anyone finding out that you are a complete fraud.

It is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him. Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.

Why then did she do it? She looked at the canvas, lightly scored with running lines. It would be hung in the servants' bedrooms. It would be rolled up and stuffed under a sofa. What was the good of doing it then, and she heard some voice saying she couldn't paint, saying she couldn't create, as if she were caught up in one of those habitual currents in which after a certain time experience forms in the mind, so that one repeats words without being aware any longer who originally spoke them.

I am obsessed at nights with the idea of my own worthlessness, and if it were only to turn a light on to save my life I think I would not do it.

she heard some voice saying she couldn't paint, saying she couldn't create, as if she were caught up in one of those habitual currents in which after a certain time experience forms in the mind, so that one repeats words without being aware any longer who originally spoke them.

How he wrote and it seemed good; read and it seemed vile; corrected and tore up; cut out; put in' was in ecstasy' in despair; had his good nights and bad mornings... and could not decide whether he was the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.

How he wrote and it seemed good; read and it seemed vile; corrected and tore up; cut out; put in; was in ecstasy; in despair; had good nights and bad mornings... and could not decide whether he was the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.

se dirigió al extremo opuesto del salón, haica un rincón en penumbra donde colgaba un espejo, y se miró. ¡No! No iba bien. Y de inmediato la congoja que siempre intentaba ocultar, la profunda insatisfacción - la sensación que tenía, desde que era niña, de ser inferior a los demás -, se apoderó de ella, implacable, despiadada, con tal intensidad que no podía rechazarla

the men are undone by the need to master, and the women by the power of self-doubt.

So there is more to skiing than learning parallel turns. For the skier who recognizes the further possibilities his sport offers for learning how to learn, for overcoming fears and self-doubt, for gaining concentration and appreciation for nature, skiing becomes re-creation in the original sense of the word: an opportunity to discover something important about oneself and to learn skills that improve not only one's skiing but the quality of one's life.

played against such obstacles as lapses in concentration, nervousness, self-doubt and self-condemnation.