Quotes About Self-doubt

How can you talk that way? Frank, has it gotten so bad that you've lost all your belief in yourself?

Wasn't that kind of the basis of passion? I didn't know that either. The only thing I knew for sure was that this kiss had been a lot like the last one. Nice, but it didn't blow me away. My heart sank. There was something wrong with me. Everyone was always going on about how socially inept I was. Did it extend to romance as well? Was I so cold that I'd spend my life never feeling anything?

God, I feel so stupid.

Because the blinking line doesn't just taunt you with all the possibilities that are before you, the potential, all that you sense could exist but isn't yet because you haven't created it. The blinking line also asks a question: Who are you to do this? And that question can be paralyzing. It can prevent us from overcoming inertia. It can cause crippling doubt and stress. It can keep us stuck on the couch while life passes us by.

What did you get, Mr Edwards?' 'Three As.' 'And what were you expecting?' Mr Edwards looks right into the camera and, completely deadpan, says, 'Three As.' For Edwards, the perfectionist, this still wasn't good enough. He wanted no, needed - to be the best and a simple grade wasn't enough to confirm this, even to himself.

When I got my A-Levels, I got straight As, but I thought they weren't as good as other people's straight As,' said Edwards. 'They would look at me as if their As were better. We didn't get percentage marks, so three As weren't enough. I wanted to know I'd got, like, ninety-flve per cent. Three As is meaningless unless you're arrogant enough to think you're as good as them. Which I'm not. I need to see it written down to know.

Some people insist that 'mediocre' is better than 'best.' They delight in clipping wings because they themselves can't fly. They despise brains because they have none.

Fundamentalist science is similar to other fundamentalisms. Lacking humor, charity and some measure of self-doubt, it behaves intolerantly, fanatically and savagely to all heretics. Eventually, like all closed ideological systems, it becomes comical and overtly ridiculous — and that shall be my main demonstration.

Businessmen learn the way businessmen are supposed to be. Professors learn the way professors are supposed to be. Construction workers learn how construction workers are supposed to be. They spend their lives trying to be what they're supposed to be and being scared they aren't. Quiet desperation.

On the train to London, with those successfully exposed rolls in my bag, I hated myself and my profession. This sort of photography was only for undertakers, and I didn't like being one. If I was to share the funeral, I swore, I would have to share the procession.

You're going to mess this up, do you know that? You don't even see what's in front of you. You're like everybody else. No, I'm not. You're dreaming backward.

If a person is measured by the regard they're shown by others, then maybe I'm not a person after all.

Aku melarikan diri karena aku adalah seorang pengecut.

They made her aware of her own lowliness, her plain looks, her lack of aspirations, her ignorance of so many things.

They say no such things," his wife replied. "No one thinks you are a coward." "I can hear them," he said. "It is your own voice you are hearing, husband," she said.

Worried, I touched the jacket's sleeve. "You think it's too much?" I asked, working hard to keep my tone non-combative. I'd had this conversation with ex-roommates before.

It was hard for her not to feel that a person loving her was making a big mistake. Because she knew herself better than they did, so knew their love was given in error.

When I'm with you I feel faintly anxious, judged, inadequate. Not the kind of person you like, which I find offensive, and thus behave more like that part of me than ever. Though I want your good opinion too, but that desire I find irritating, and so contradicted in myself. Why should I care? You don't care. And yet you do care. I love you, you said. And she wanted him to feel that way when he was with her.

It was hard for her not to feel that a person loving her was making a big mistake, because she knew herself better than they did, so knew their love was given in error, and thus they must be some kind of fool. And yet it was precisely that misplaced love she wanted; someone who would like you more than you do; someone who likes you despite yourself; someone more generous to you than you are.

No matter how much I kept telling myself that I was behaving like an idiot, it was no use.

People like me who lack something are liable to become spiteful critics.

He cleared his throat. When she jerked her gaze to his face, he raised his eyebrows. Caught ogling the prey! The indignity! What is wrong with me?

I am afraid I shall never have any brains, after all!

Oh, I wonder if I shall ever be able to do anything worth while in the way of writing.