Quotes About Self-doubt

If you are going to doubt something, doubt your limits.

He's hunted enough guys to know that their own heads can be their worst enemies. They start seeing things that aren't there, then, worse, not seeing things that are. They worry and worry, and chew on their own insides, until, when you do track them down, they're almost grateful. By this time, they've been killed so many times in their minds that the real thing is a relief.

The vicious cycle starts: if you fail at something, you think it is your fault. Therefore you think you can't do that task. As a result, next time you have to do the task, you believe you can't, so you don't even try. The result is that you can't, just as you thought.

Well, god damn it," Cayzer said. "Sometimes I don't know if I was stupid all my life or if I'm just getting stupid with old age. Come on along, you can ask them yourself.

But nothing in human life is unmixed, and honors inevitably balance themselves with self-doubt. Everyone knows that medals are rubber

Part of my gestalt is that I still feel a little bit like a wallflower. Even in my own life. I talk about myself behind my back.

I am a total loser, in every aspect of my life. I rarely go out.

Nothing in life is more remarkable than the unnecessary anxiety which we endure, and generally create ourselves.

I never did one thing right in my life, you know that? Not one. That takes skill.

I may be the wrong person for my life.

But in that moment, I don't know what to say. Everything that's wrong with me seems made up because it's not like I can point to any of it and actually show them.

I feel jealous, just for a second, of his brain. In this moment, mine feels so ordinary.

Could I have done more? Possibly. Yes. We can always do more. It's a tough question to answer, and, ultimately, a pointless one to ask. You might be feeling some of the same emotions and having some of these same thoughts.

I feel high and excited, like I just ran into a burning building and saved lives, like I'm some sort of hero. But then a voice in me says, You're no hero. You're a coward. You only saved them from yourself. *

I did what I felt I could do. Could I have done more? Possibly. Yes. We can always do more. It's a tough question to answer, and, ultimately, a pointless one to ask.

So here I am. Twenty-eight years old, with thirty looming on the horizon. Drunk. Fat. Alone. Unloved. And, worst of all, a cliche, Ally McBeal and Bridget Jones put together, which was probably about how much I weighed...

Those were the 4:00 a.m. thoughts, when she felt so worthless and inadequate that it was almost funny. Not funny, but almost.

There is something about walking into a room full of boys that makes you feel exposed, inadequate, like you come up short in every way that matters. It didn't used to be like this, and I don't know when it changed, but now it feels like it was always this way.

Maybe it's not that I'm a Mysterious Girl. Maybe it's that I'm a Not Good Enough Girl.

You only likes guys you don't have a shot with, because you're scared. What are you so scared of?" I back away from him, right into the wall. "I'm not scared of anything." "The hell you're not. You'd rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.

What else had I remembered wrong? I was a person who loved to play Remember When in my head. I'd always prided myself on how I remembered every detail. It scared me to think that my memories could be just ever-so-slightly wrong.

Like, why do I speak? Why did God give me a mouth if I'm just going to say dumb stuff with it?

I've been comparing myself to her, all the ways I don't measure up. All the ways our relationship pales next to theirs. I'm the one who couldn't let her go. I'm the one who didn't give us a chance.

Do I only like the boys I can never have? I've always known Peter was out of my reach. I've always known he didn't belong to me. But tonight he said he liked me. The thing I've been hoping for, he said it. So why didn't I just tell him I liked him back when I had the chance? Because I do. I like him back. Of course I do. What girl wouldn't fall for Peter Kavinsky, handsomest boy of all the Handsome Boys. Now that I really know him, I know he's so much more than that.