Quotes About Self-doubt

As is the case with all original creators, Charles Chaplin's working life was an amalgam of arrogant self-confidence and deflating self-doubt.

On the surface she might put on a good show, making fun of herself and her manless state, but inwardly it was hard sometimes not to wonder: Why me?

But even as the words were coming out of his mouth, he was slightly despising himself for saying them. It was what girls liked to hear though. Every now and again Dex found himself feeling like an actor who'd been performing in the same stage play for far too long. The lines came out automatically, irrespective of whether or not they were true.

Every day I wonder how many things I am dead wrong about. -- True North

People fail for the most part because they shoot themselves in the foot. If you go for a long time without shooting yourself in the foot, other people start calling you a genius.

I turn my back to Jess while we both get dressed. I'm sweating. Please don't let me have any weird feelings. Please don't let her look at me. Please don't let her be like Leah.

She knew she should be grateful to have a job at all. It took her two years of subbing before she finally landed this one. She couldn't risk losing it. She turned the handle slowly, pushed the door forward as if it was a giant boulder blocking the opening to a dark cave. She felt, for a moment, like Polyphemus returning to a cave of sheep. It wasn't the first time she felt like a monster.

ninguém neste mundo presta, muito menos eu

Seed Thought In Native American tradition, there is an affliction called two-heartedness. A person is two-hearted when they know they have a certain gift and want to use it, but don't bring forth their creativity because they get in their own way by making excuses, thinking that they really don't have the talent, procrastinating, giving in to fear or otherwise failing to follow their heart. A person is also two-hearted when they lie to themselves about their true motivation.

We are such idiots, We think everyone else has it all figured out. But we're all stumbling around in dark rooms bumping into furniture and stifling our cries so no one will know.

I tried once, you know, went to a dance all dressed up, but I felt like such a fool. Everyone kept making encouraging remarks about my looks as if they were afraid I'd cross back over the line again; I was trying , you know, I was proving their way of life was right, and they were terrified I'd stop.

Am I going to be this way for the rest of my life, always waiting for something bad to happen? Will I never truly be able to trust anyone? I worry that when I'm older, I'll be so afraid that people won't like me that I'll have trouble believing it when they actually do.

Your future profile is very confusing. I see great fear. You fear too many things. You even fear yourself. Why?" May stared at her blankly. "Oh, yes. You don't believe in your heart. You doubt yourself. It's a great failing." The Undertake gazed at her solemnly. "But there's also great courage.

Jonathan was tired of arguing with himself. He was obviously conversing with an idiot.

Tomorrow the mirrors will mock me

If only I'd done such and such instead of such and such, gone there instead of there, said that and not that, or looked different, or hadn't gone out that day with Ivanhoe or that night or that week or anytime during the last two months

Oh que ça m'énerve, ça! Bien sûr, c'est plus facile de se dire qu'on est nul et ne rien faire! Bien sûr! C'est une fatalité! C'est si simple de penser qu'on est maudit! Alors quoi? Quels sont tes projects maintenant?

I love readings and my readers, but the din of voices of the audience gives me stage fright, and the din of voices inside whisper that I am a fraud, and that the jig is up. Surely someone will rise up from the audience and say out loud that not only am I not funny and helpful, but I'm annoying, and a phony.

I fear I will be ripped open and found unsightly.

That was the point where she was supposed to sound tough, like she was someone to be reckoned with, like she was the sort of person witches should listen to. Was this really her plan? She sounded like a child.

His words sounded foolish to his own ears. He was not impressive. He was small like the world.

We who hate ourselves believe we are always wrong. We believe that our every thought, word, want, and deed is incorrect, insulting, barbarous. We so believe this that we beg forgiveness not just after every thought, word, want, and deed but during and before. We do this because we want everyone to know we know how wrong we are, how bumbling and ignorant and rude. We do this because we want them to know we know they know.

We cannot accept what would normally be joy because we believe we do not deserve it. Thus whatever looks like joy in our lives cannot really be joy but rather something wicked resembling

Puck shook her head ruefully. "We haven't even solved the first problem, and I'm worrying about the next one. I must be an idiot." "No," Hush said, wiggling an impossible finger at her. "Only kindness. Very much kindness.