Quotes About Self-doubt

I'm deeply insecure. I ask my wife all the time, 'Was that OK? Are people lying?' I'm not as happily oblivious as I'd like.

I would often get called in to play a very loud, obnoxious - which, truth be told, I can be loud and obnoxious. My issue was when it was like a ghetto girl; I didn't think I was good at it; I didn't feel authentic. And so I had insecurities about going in on it.

The greatest secret for eliminating the inferiority complex, which is another term for deep and profound self doubt, is to fill your mind to overflowing with faith. Develop a tremendous faith in God and that will give you a humble yet soundly realistic faith in yourself.

You can either waltz boldly onto the stage of life and live the way you know your spirit is nudging you to, or you can sit quietly by the wall, receding into the shadows of fear and self-doubt.

When you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance. What I know for sure is that every day brings a chance for you to draw in a breath, kick off your shoes, and step out and dance—to live free of regret and filled with as much joy, fun, and laughter as you can stand. You can either waltz boldly onto the stage of life and live the way you know your spirit is nudging you to, or you can sit quietly by the wall, receding into the shadows of fear and self-doubt.

Sou uma perfeccionista desde os 3 anos. Durante muito tempo, tive a necessidade de mostrar que eu merecia estar aqui – de provar o meu valor. Trabalhei duro. Tirei muitas notas máximas. Venci debates escolares, ganhei bolsas de estudo. Mas precisei chegar aos 30 e poucos anos para saber que o simples fato de ter nascido já me tornava digna de estar aqui. Eu não precisava provar nada a ninguém.

Mom, said Peter, nobody thinks you're a lackwit, if that's what you're worried about. Lackwit? In what musty drawer of some dead English professor's dust-covered desk did you find that word? I assure you that never in my worst nightmares did I ever suppose that I was a lackwit.

We've just got to face the fact that we're second rate. With the fate of humanity in our hands.

You've lost faith in yourself? Isn't that rich? A god who's become a self-atheist!

The danger that keeps me just a little frightened with every book I write, however, is that I'll overreach myself once too often and try to write a story that I'm just plain not talented or skilled enough to write. That's the dilemma every storyteller faces. It is painful to fail. But it is far sadder when a storyteller stops wanting to try.

It's what I'm most afraid of. That I really am a monster. I don't want to be a killer but I just can't help it.

Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.

but the bravest man among us is afraid of himself

It was, he knew, their isolation that had made them so vocal. They thrived in the grandeur of their rage. Yet, underneath their masks they were riddled with self doubt. He could sense the fear behind the clenched jaw.

And these hands here don't want to write anymore! I'm afraid of words, Meggie! Once they were like honey, now they're poison, pure poison! But what is a writer who doesn't love words anymore? What have I come to? This story is devouring me, crushing me, and I'm its creator!

Of course, I didn't imagine then that I could have had a real relationship with any guy. I thought that by virtue of being me I was disqualified.

Maybe I have always been, as Vi would subsequently accuse me, someone who creates obstacles for myself than looks around in surprise, wondering where they came from.

the things that made me most myself were a romantic turnoff, that no one would simultaneously value my intellect and find me attractive; I had wanted so badly to be wrong, and I'd struggled to find evidence that I was.

Either Ault was a lot harder than my junior high had been, or I was getting dumber- I suspected both. If I wasn't literally getting dumber, I knew at least that I'd lost the glow that surrounds you when the teachers think you're one of the smart, responsible ones, that glow that shines brighter every time you raise your hand in class to say the perfect thing, or you run out of room in a blue book during an exam and have to ask for a second one.

I often messed up with people, it was true, but it rarely happened because I was reading them wrong; it was because I got nervous, or because I could see too clearly that I was not what they wanted. And, in fact, it was in falling short that I truly excelled.

Sure, I believed the worst of myself but - not really. I was always waiting to be proven wrong.

And I don't know if you've heard this, but there's something called the Danny Horst Rule. And the amazing thing is, I'm Danny Horst. Touché. Chuckles, you and Noah are the ones who decide if it matters. It doesn't seem like it matters to him so that just leaves you. When you put it like that, it almost makes me sound like a self-sabotaging asshat. I'm not going to say the rule doesn't exist, but it's like Santa Claus. It's only real if you believe in it.

Where had I gotten the idea that being a nuissance was that big a deal?

She did not at the bottom believe she ever would have him. She did not believe in herself primarily: doubted whether she could ever be what he would demand of her. Certainly she never saw herself living happily through a lifetime with him. She saw tragedy, sorrow, and sacrifice ahead.