Quotes About Self-doubt

And Marie, a quiet person who said little ever to anyone, despised herself at such times for this natural inclination.

Was he for the world or for me?

She had always assumed that when she was old, she would have total confidence, finally. But look at her: still uncertain. In many ways she was more uncertain now than she had been as a girl. And often when she heard herself speaking she was appalled at how chirpy she sounded—how empty-headed and superficial, as if she'd somehow fallen into the Mom role in some shallow TV sitcom. What on earth had happened to her?

Even the simplest interaction racked him with anxiety. He was always missing cues, it seemed. And yet Mercy loved him. He had never asked her why; he was afraid that if she reflected too deeply, she would realize her mistake. He just kept the thought close to his chest, and polished it and cherished it as he had since the day she had said yes to him: Mercy loves me.

Fear of criticism is a powerful deterrent because the criticism doesn't actually have to occur for the fear to set in. Watch a few people get criticized for being innovate, and it's pretty easy to convince yourself that the very same thing will happen to you if you're not careful.

Everyone has a little voice inside of their head that's angry and afraid.

Why is it so hard to develop a point of view? Why do we hesitate when we say to the world, Here, I made this? And what's the alternative to hesitating? These don't sound like marketing questions, but in fact, if you let them sit unanswered, they're getting in the way of your marketing. People who aren't as gifted or generous as you are running circles around you, because they are showing up as professionals. And yet, too many people with something to offer are holding themselves back.

The levers are here. The proof is here. The power is here. The only thing holding you back is your own fear. Not easy to admit, but essential to understand.

Yep, now even the teachers were treating me like an idiot. I shrank back into my chair and remembered when I used to be a human being. I remember when people used to think I was smart. I remember when people used to think my brain was useful. Damaged by water, sure. And ready to seizure at any moment. But still useful, and maybe even a little bit beautiful and sacred and magical.

Writers. For some reason, a lot of you reject what you hear and see in your heads. If you go too long ignoring it, it builds up and then you do all sorts of weird things. Mumble to yourself. Nightmares. Day-dreams. Total anarchy and chaos. Before you know it, the writer is either sitting in corner feverishly humming to his- or herself or on Prozac. You're not on Prozac, are you? (Esther)

Then what good is he? (Maggie) I ask myself every friggin' day exactly what you did. What good am I? The answer is simple. There's nothing good about me and I like it that way. Pride myself on it, in fact. (Savitar)

Point taken there. Now, the important question, so pay attention, ye ADD degenerates. How the F do I kill them? 'Cause no offense, I was trying and they were kicking my ass all over the place. It really wasn't pretty and didn't do much for my ego either. My only reprieve is that no one I have to face on a regular basis witnessed my beating. Don't know why you wanted me here when I'm about as useful as a wart on Aremis's bum." – Sasha

It's never the enemy without who brings you down. It's always the enemy within.

I'm afraid Pierre finds me lacking. (Gabrielle) If he's stupid enough to let me know, he'll find his face lacking a nose. (Carlos)

It's strange how a person can have a distinct distaste for herself, but still she clutches on to life.

There's a million people I could name who are more deserving of the parts that I get and the life that I'm living.

When those types of situations[like abuse] begin to occur in your life - I had bought in from a very early age that fundamentally something must be wrong with me.

I always have the feeling that I'm sitting around not doing anything with my life. A little Calvinist guilt that I should be more productive.

For most of my life, I was a worrier and an over-thinker. I had pretty bad social anxiety.

Many people must have looked at my life and thought I was quite fortunate. But I felt lousy about myself - and as you now know, I didn't come from a place where I had a lot of self-confidence.

My fears and anxieties throughout my whole life have been slowly squeezing my voice.

I'm not too sure if I have a very smart approach to revealing my life. Luckily, I doubt if many people really care about my life that much.

When you go through life, when you go through different things, you take risks, you question yourself. I think everybody does, at some point in their life, question themselves.

I don't always trust my own instincts. It would be nice if someone else would tell me what I should do with my life!