Quotes About Self-doubt

I used to get the feeling, and sometimes I still get it, that I was fooling somebody-I don't know who or what-maybe myself. I have feelings some days when there are scenes with a lot of responsiblity, and I'll wish, gee, if only I would have been a cleaning woman.

They've said I want to direct pictures. I couldn't direct traffic.

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

My psychiatrist told me I'm going crazy. I told him .... If you don't mind I'd like a second opinion. He said .... Alright.... you're ugly too!

Sometimes I think [my husband] is so amazing that I don't know why he's with me. I don't know whether I'm good enough. But if I make him happy, then I'm everything I want to be.

I'm afraid of everything. Myself. Mother. Lily. Friends who haunt me in the night. Even going to school, which is something I asked for. If I have attitude, it is hiding somewhere deep, someplace I'm afraid I may never find. Jenna

Ik denk dat ik domweg te normaal ben. - Ayesha

But I'm not ready to stop listening to the screwed-up inner voice that's been ordering me around for a lifetime. My head thinks it can kill me... and go on living without me.

If there is any irreverence in my own work, I hope it is the irreverence I bear in mistrusting my own sincere self, which then sincerely mistrusts the irreverent me. If there is a bottom to this, I think it is a life's work.

I can't say no, I can't slow down, I have to keep going or they'll find out I'm a little kid in grownup's clothes, and a fraud.

the elements of myself that not so much want to die, but are afraid to live.

Likewise, these unidentified geniuses wrestle with self-doubt despite their confident and accomplished facade.

As soon as whatever provisional well of confidence dries up, I will feel like a frightened motherless child. And I will—what? Lessee, I'll beg friends to assure me I'm fascinating, that my soul is complex so I can once more conduce to irony. An abyss opens up.

Il problema è che offro più di quanto ho. Sono il più stupido dei draghi. Quello che sputa scintille e si brucia le ali.

She was a waterfall of apologies. She was drowning in herself.

Much of gossip is envy in disguise, Much of self-doubt is conformity in disguise.

As she stared at the magazine cover - an image of a black hole - she realized that's what she was. A black hole. A dying star, collapsing in on itself

And they seem so damn happy to have made it and you don't resent them, but you do resent yourself for not having their ability to work it all out. Do you? Or is this maze just for me?

When she thought about it – and increasingly she had been thinking about it – Nora was only able to think of herself in terms of the things she wasn't. The things she hadn't been able to become.

She went on Instagram and saw everyone had worked out how to live, except her.

Maybe she was just really crap at it. At life.

Do you ever think 'how did I end up here'? Like you are in a maze and totally lost and it's all your fault because you were the one who made every turn?... Do you? Or is this maze just for me?

Nora was only able to think of herself in terms of the things she wasn't. The things she hadn't been able to become. And there really were quite a lot of things she hadn't become. The regrets which were on permanent repeat in her mind.

You'll be fine." "I don't know if I can do this. I've gone blank." "You're overthinking it." "I have anxiety. I have no other type of thinking available.