Quotes About Self-doubt

Why couldn't I be more like other girls my age? Take Mrs. Brown's niece. She spent every waking hour sizing up this beau or that, stitching tea towels and petticoats and putting aside a little each month for a set of Spode Buttercup dishes.

Most people saw her as supremely confident and self assured but beneath that were the doubts.

The tendency to brood and ruminate is typical of this survival style. These individuals ruminate after personal encounters, berating themselves about whether they did or said the right thing, chastising themselves for any "mistakes" they feel they made in the interaction, wondering if they said the right thing or hurt the person's feelings.

All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority, otherwise called ambition.

I'm not pretty. The truth is I didn't think I could be a model at all. I was looking at some of the guys on the walls at Irene Marie and I thought to myself 'Jesus Christ. I can't do this. I don't look anything like these guys'.

There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubt, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

It is too late for that. I shall never be better than I am. I shall sink lower, and be worse.

My impression is, after many years of consideration, that there never can have been anybody in the world who played worse.

is too late for that. I shall never be better than I am. I shall sink lower, and be worse.

Jealousy injures us with the dagger of self-doubt.

As for the picture — I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.

Everyone who had reason to work with him agreed that he'd changed. A lot of his confidence seemed to have gone. He was less sure of himself, less prepared to take a risk or two, somehow smaller. Maybe it was something that would pass, said some. Maybe not.

Sometimes they speak words that cut or bruise my soul, telling me I am unlovely and unlovable—a message I am unaccountably ready to believe. They may be the voices of people close to me, the culture around me, the advertising I can't escape, religion, education, or of my own innate pride or insecurities.

You are good at this. Most men are not. Or at least that's what they tell themselves until they believe it. And so they can use incompetence to get out of work.

To put it another way, I am not trying to convince you; I am trying to convince myself.

It was still quite early in the morning and perhaps I wasn't feeling quite strong enough to have the evidence of my failure thrust before my eyes.

Sometimes, I am my own worst enemy." And sometimes, I am a complicated person with a simple life.

With every second that you spend on doubting yourself, every moment that you use to criticize yourself, is a second of your life wasted, is a moment of your life thrown away. Life is to short, so don't waste any of your seconds, don't throw even one of your moments away.

the men who break in and steal by night, who spread self-doubt and fear and acrimony, will eventually fall by the wayside and be unremembered ciphers that disappear like scraps of newspaper in our rearview mirror.

You damned, silly-looking cluck, are you trying to drive me insane? Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Yes, I could write music. I can write you a motet, or a sonata, or a waltz, or a cornet solo, with variation—anything at all, anything you want. And not one note of it will be worth the match it would take to burn it. You think I'm hot stuff, don't you? You, lying there every day, dreaming about rainbows.

Most times I don't know what I'm doing. Sometimes I feel like I don't hardly know enough to tie my own shoes.

You're your own worst enemy, Marta always said to me. You don't need anyone to torment you because you do it to yourself.

Dreams suck. You think you've conquered something, you work on it over and over and tell yourself you're getting better, you will yourself to get better, you congratulate yourself on getting better. And then you close your eyes at night, you drift off into another world, and suddenly your own brain is tapping you on the shoulder and saying, Guess what? You're NOT better!