Quotes About Self-doubt

I just don't know. Maybe I'm good, but that goddamn scale would hesitate a long time before tilting that way.

What we suffer from today is humility in the wrong place. Modesty has moved from the organ of ambition. Modesty has settled upon the organ of conviction; where it was never meant to be. A man was meant to be doubtful about himself but undoubting about the truth. This has been exactly reversed … We are on the road to producing a race of men too mentally modest to believe in the multiplication table.5

Most of us are faking our way through life. We pick only those battles we are sure to win, only those adventures we are sure to handle, only those beauties we are sure to rescue.

I mean I never feel I feel what I ought to feel.

How could I be sure that I was not insane? I did not feel mad, but how was I to know what madness felt like?

And when he was privileged to witness the miracle of Owen Meany, my bitter father could manage no better response than to whine to me about his lost faith—his ridiculously subjective and fragile belief, which he had so easily allowed to be routed by his mean-spirited and self-imposed doubt. What a wimp he was, Pastor Merrill; but how proud I felt of my mother—that she'd had the good sense to shrug him off.

Me?' He smiled faintly. 'Listen, I could study forever and I'd never break a C. But it's different for you, you're good. You really are. If I had a brain like that, I'd-I'd have my head cut open so people could look at it'. 'Now wait a second. . .

Part of me suspects that I'm a loser, and the other part of me thinks I'm God Almighty.

As usual, my mind is spinning in circles...is it me? Am I making mountains out of molehills? Being too analytical? Worrying about nothing? Being emotional?

Honestly every day had huge challenges. I remember one day coming home and running a bath and going, "You don't know how to act, do you?" It was the most humbling experience ever.

The thing that you have to fight the most when you lose is you feel like the biggest failure in the world.

Your nervous system can't tell real failure from imagined failure.

By the end of the first decade of writing, I considered myself a confirmed failure in the eyes of the world.

Sometimes people call me a success for all the reasons that make me think I'm a failure

Any time 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.

Doubt is poison. It leads to a loss of faith in yourself, and in all that's good and true.

The worst thing that can happen to you as an artist is for you to lose faith in yourself.

I very rarely made any move to direct anything. I didn't have any faith in myself.

I have no faith in my ability to judge things.

Have faith in your skills, negative thoughts kill. Self-doubt will kill your dreams before others do. Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will.

As much as I want to be with someone, I'm too afraid to let anyone in. I've tried, and it ends up with me being hurt and hating myself more.

And she finally gave up, dropped the fake smile as a tear ran down her cheek, she whispered to herself. I can't do this anymore

Force a smile, blink away the tears, I'm supposed to be strong, supposed to have no fears, but I'm finding it hard not to frown, I'm such a strong person...why am I breaking down...

I'm so confused. I don't know if I'm doing anything right. I'm so bruised. I don't know what to do. I'm just sick of being used.