Quotes About Self-doubt

His words stayed with her for years. Each night as she lay waiting for sleep, she tried to re-create the evening in her mind — the tone of his voice, his hand on her shoulder. Soon the memory was worn as an old photograph, the edges fuzzy from frequent handling; she worried that she'd gotten the words wrong, forgotten some nuance of his face or voice. Finally she wondered if she'd made the whole thing up.

when rejection becomes the norm, I become nothing.

You feel stupid. Doesn't mean you are.

Hawthornes aren't supposed to break, his voice whispered in my memory. Especially me.

A person couldn't be worthy of billions. It wasn't possible—not for anyone, and definitely not for me.

And then she was gone, disappearing into the nearby stacks like a rabbit taking to its hole, and he was left with a computer he didn't know how to use, words he could barely read, and the knowledge that he wasn't just a killer. Most of the time, he was a pretty poor excuse for a person, too.

And deep down, she felt like maybe she didn't deserve it-that she belonged with the petty thieves and guys who drank Pabst Blue Ribbon for breakfast

I am broken. I am a fraud. I am impossible to love.

I'm a fuckup. I'm broken, and no one can fix it.

A string of thoughts run through my head like a song I can't get rid of, over and over in the same order: I am broken. I am a fraud. I am impossible to love.

And for a long time I look at myself in the bathroom mirror, and I actually disappear before my eyes. I am disappearing. Maybe I'm already gone.

But then a voice in me says, You're no hero. You're a coward. You only saved them from yourself.

Now all I see is someone who's too afraid to get back out there. Everyone around you is going to give you a gentle push now and then, but never hard enough because they don't want to upset Poor Violet. You need shoving, not pushing. You need to jump back on that camel. Otherwise you're going to stay up on the ledge you've made for yourself.

Only in hindsight can we see that out fears and worries were unwarranted, that insecurities and doubts were just illussions, or that we should have taken a risk or dared something new sooner.

Now all is dashed wrong; by the fool's craving to hear evil of self, that haunts some people like a demon!

Papa talks enough of my defects, and shows enough scorn of me, to make it natural I should doubt myself - I doubt whether I am not altogether as worthless as he calls me, frequently; and then I feel so cross and bitter, I hate everybody!

Because, in my heart, I'm convinced that I'm wrong.

Moja draga majka znala je govoriti da nikada ne?u na?i udoban dom, i ve? prošlog ljeta dokazao sam sebi da ga uop?e nisam dostojan.

maybe one of the reasons i don't express myself as well as i want to is because inside, shoved way down into an unseen pit, i'm not sure of what i want.

In short, I have no real faith in my own happiness. And then there is Darcy. She is a woman who believes that things should fall into her lap, and consequently, they do. They always have. She wins because ehse expects to win. I do not expect to get what I want, so I don't. And I don't even try.

Suddenly I could imagine all the things my body might do when I wasn't there to stop it and I felt so vile they might as well have happened. Maybe they had; they just hadn't left marks. I thought about a future full of blank spaces, and I knew I couldn't bear it. If that was the future, I had to escape it.

In hindsight, I have no idea why he was ever with me. He thought highly of my breasts. And . . . that's it, I think.

He was gonna die here alone. He would never be great. Artemis felt his brain going, spiraling off in a black tunnel. 'Concentrate,' he told himself. 'Focus.

Take the example of a public speaker. He is confident that he has written a good speech, he has committed the thing to memory, and can deliver it smoothly. Still he agonizes, [6] because it's not enough for him to be competent, he also hungers for the crowd's approval.