Quotes About Self-doubt

There are two kinds of females in my book: the good and the bad. The good are normal, self-aware and I could spend hours in their company. The bad are screwed up, full of insecurity and a really lethal self-doubt that makes them machines of destruction, both to themselves and others.

let's say you think you're committed to starting your own business. But your underlying commitment is actually to stay safe and small right where you are. Even as you make efforts to start your own business, some part of you is sabotaging those efforts and ensuring you fail.

My grandmother accused me of hurting my mother. Other relatives accused me of being an ungrateful child. Mom said I was mean and cruel and had hurt her deeply. Still impressionable and my spirits tottering under the load of the pain from the past, I accepted the notion that I was that selfish and ungrateful daughter, careless of my mother's feelings.

Even Robot Girls get nervous sometimes. -Beatrice Szabo

In the end, I'm always like this. Whether I get involved with people or not...before I know it, I've done something wrong and made someone upset. I'm even disappointing myself. How many times? How many more times do I have to let myself down for this to stop?

Kids lose their trust in the parents they love, but still accept them, so they end up not trusting themselves anymore.

My family shouldn't have to put up with me. They're good people, solid, happy. Sometimes when I'm with them I think I'm on television.

the fear of failure, the fear of being imperfect (perfectionism), and the fear of impossible expectations (being overwhelmed) that prevent us from acting on and attaining humanly possible goals and relationships.

People don't procrastinate just to be ornery or because they're irrational. They procrastinate because it makes sense, given how vulnerable they feel to criticism, failure, and their own perfectionism.

you are the one who confuses just doing the job with testing your worth, where one possible mistake would feel like the end of the world.

We are told to believe in ourselves," he said. "But I'm not sure that's what we are meant to do.

He had no intention of writing. He loved reading, that was all. And he read books that he thought so far beyond anything that he himself could dream of achieving that any thought of writing instantly evaporated into the certainty of failure.

There are days when the younger self accuses you. Is this who you wanted to be? Is this the life you wanted to live? What had happened to the books she had dreamt of writing, the journeys she had planned to take, the person she had thought to become? What had happened to that quiet, stubborn, fierce girl who promised herself freedom and adventure and who thought she could do anything?

Why one goes on writing when one sees what writing can be - and what one's own writing is not. Aldous Huxley

There's something paralyzing about being a writer that you have to escape.... The 26 letters distance us from our own hesitations and they make us sound as if we know what we're doing. We know grammar, we know prose, but actually we're all just struggling in the dark, really.

Even now, I struggle to convince myself that I'm a fully grown adult, doing fully adult things. I'm not sure the ageing, wrinkled exterior ever quite convinces the innocent inner child that this is the real deal, that this is what's really happening.

I think she knows she's made a terrible, irreversible mistake, but she can't stop because if she did, she'd have to acknowledge the mistake and the fact that people really don't care. They just think she's a freak.

He [Molière] pleases all the world, but cannot please himself.

He (Molire) pleases all the world, but cannot please himself.

I'm an artist...The difference is that I don't tell anybody. I refuse to give them new reasons to laugh at me.

The worst thing about that kind of prejudice... is that while you feel hurt and angry and all the rest of it, it feeds you self-doubt. You start thinking, perhaps I am not good enough.

rather than raising us, their children, from a place of love, they raised us in fear. Doesn't it stand to reason that their fear would shape the adults we become? Anxious, plagued by a constant sense that something, everything, is wrong. Their fear has crippled us, and our inability to function only feeds our anxiety. We are failing at life. So now all we are is failure.

Could I be having a midlife crisis? Ahead of schedule. God, I'd just turned thirty-four. How batty would I be by fourty?

People are never more insecure than when they become obsessed with their fears at the expense of their dreams.