Quotes About Self-doubt

It was bad enough that she had been so utterly convinced he had a brilliant mind, but much worse to discover he was convinced of it, too, and on such thin evidence. It

Why am I not good at anything?" "You're a good dad." "It ain't rocket science." No, Vic thought. It was harder.

I was a shy kid and I was afraid what i said sounded stupid, so I hardly ever saud anything. I was the third wheel. Fifth wheel? I was the fucking wheel you didn't really need, but I still hung around. I thought maybe my silence would one day impress somebody. As of yet, it hadn't done much for me.

The last four days where everything has finally made some sense. And why is she so ready to throw this away? Because. Because eventually every relationship she's been in has turned to shit. Eventually she ends up screwing everything up. So maybe it's better to leave now before people's feelings get hurt.

If you don't have some self doubts and fears when you pursue a dream, then you haven't dreamed big enough.

Satan knows, if you are against YOURSELF you will never fulfill your destiny. :(

Joe felt like his human thoughts and insights and feelings were almost a defect.

I've been so lazy all my life. I used to literally lie on the couch, up until the age of 35, fearing that my bones were dissolving like sugar cubes, from disuse.

He asked himself those some questions too many times and felt the fears again that kept him where he was

I am my own worst enemy. This, more than any other trait, proves my fundamental humanity.

I realise few people get to live the life they always wanted, but I'm so neurotic, I don't really think about it. I'm too busy thinking, 'I hope I don't screw up my next scene.

I spent an awful lot of my life underestimating myself and, as a result, not exceeding my own expectations.

I get really upset seeing my friends who are mums crying because they feel like they're not good enough. Clever, confident, kind young women all going, 'I'm ruining my child's life.

I had gone through life thinking that I was better than everyone else and at the same time, being afraid of everyone. I was afraid to be me.

Although I don't gamble in life - I've never played poker - I do gamble on stage. I gamble with myself: 'Can I do this?'

Believing that other people are always better than you-better-looking, more capable, richer, more intelligent-and that it's very dangerous to step outside your own limits, so it's best to do nothing.

My face too blind, my mind too limited, my instincts too narrow. But this intensity, doesn't it mean anything?

We spend a good part of our lives trying desperately to convince ourselves as well as everybody else that we know more than we really do.

What makes you think that you could ever write anything worth reading?" Voices like that sap your courage. They drain away your spirit. They make you want to run and hide, or lock a mask over your thoughts and feelings . . . and never, never, never write again. Don't listen to them.

Someone's boring me. I think it's me.

Half the time I hate myself for all the things I've done...But the thing that makes me really messed up is the contradiction: when I'm not hating myself, I feel righteous and victimized. Like the world is so unfair.

She never seemed to second-guess her thoughts. Me, I second-guess everything.

I am not sure I'm a good person" he said after a while. "I'm not sure I am, either" I said.

Why do you hate yourself?" And before I know it, Gat is lying on the bed next to me. His cold fingers wrap around my hot ones, and his face is close to mine. He kisses me. "Because I want things I can't have," he whispers.