Quotes About Self-doubt

Truth be told, most of us are faking our way through life. We pick only those battles we are sure to win, only those adventures we are sure to handle, only those beauties we are sure to rescue.

Self-doubt is a disease. And if it gets out of control, it becomes self-fulfilling. You have to learn from what happened...Use the experience to make you stronger.

But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating so I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane.

I don't feel stupid, just inadequate. After three years of studying the law, I'm very much aware of how little I know.

Is my paranoia getting completely out of hand, or are you mongoloids really talking about me?

koinophobia the fear that you've lived an ordinary life.

Part of me suspects that I'm a loser, and the other part of me thinks I'm God Almighty.

So, am I a genius?

They didn't take anything I did seriously; it was all some trivial, mildly annoying side activity that I insisted on for some reason, having nothing to do with real life. I couldn't challenge or contradict this view, even to myself, because I really didn't know how to do anything real. I didn't know how to move to a new city, or have sex, or have a real job, or make someone fall in love with me, or do any kind of study that wasn't just a self-improvement project.

She had always been faintly disappointed in herself, disappointed in school because she had not been remarkable, disappointed when she married because she had not become the perfect housekeeper, most of all disappointed in herself as a mother.

Whatever confidence came to her when she gripped a knife didn't serve her here.

Even though he'd told himself all these things for years—over and over again, in fact, ad nauseum, in fact, world without end, amen, amen, in fact—hadn't he proved just the opposite to himself over the past month and a half?

I am much too influenced by people's manner towards me—especially Anna's I suppose. Directly people attack me, I think they are right, and hate myself, and then I hate them—the more I like them this is so.

Your self-doubt resides elsewhere and calcifies until it's not even doubt anymore. You are certain that everything else about you is bad. You're definitely not the best person. You're not the prettiest, you're not the thinnest, you're not the smartest, you're not the -est anything, except when it comes to singing. You do know how talented you are. This may be the only thing about you that you know is truly good.

I should just put it bluntly, because we're all sort of friends here now - it's exceedingly likely that my greatest success is behind me. Oh, so Jesus, what a thought! You know that's the kind of thought that could lead a person to start drinking gin at nine o'clock in the morning, and I don't want to go there.

And when is it ever convincing, the belief others have in your abilities? You know perfectly well they can't see the mess inside you.

You say to yourself, 'Have I kidded myself all these years. Does what I care about really matter? Is (my opinion) important? On a scale of one to ten, would it even register?' And instead of not caring, you decide to care even more.

Love which cries out, And wants the world to understand, Is love that holds itself in doubt. For love is quiet, and love is kind.

You could believe in God, looking at James. He looked at himself, and decided not to.

love is...you get confused and you do stuff you don't mean to do-and you just-you hate yourself and sometimes you don't even want to love the person you do because it would be so much easier if you didn't.But you just-you just do.

I don't know, shifted a little or something, smoothed down–people would think of me the way they think of Dave, and everything would always be perfect. I would be perfect.

How could someone like me survive a plane crash? I didn't look like someone who could do that. I wasn't someone who could do that Maybe I hadn't Maybe I was dead. Maybe I was l was lying on the ground somewhere, rain falling over me, into my open eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't see anything. I didn't see me.

It had made me draw back just slightly inside myself. And I knew this was because I had always been afraid of giving off that odor myself.

The fact is: I no longer believe in my own infallibility. That is why I am lost.