#insecurity

I do have, at different times, a certain kind of self-consciousness in the world, an insecurity. ↗

— Charlie Kaufman

#different #different times #i #i do #insecurity

I don't miss the economic insecurity, the living paycheck to paycheck. ↗

— Drew Carey

#i #insecurity #living #miss #paycheck

Most men are very attached to the idea of being male, and usually experience a lot of fear and insecurity around the idea of being a man. Most women are very identified with their gender, and also experience a tremendous amount of fear and insecurity. ↗

— Andrew Cohen

#amount #around #attached #being #being a man

For me, every day is a new thing. I approach each project with a new insecurity, almost like the first project I ever did. And I get the sweats. I go in and start working, I'm not sure where I'm going. If I knew where I was going I wouldn't do it. ↗

— Frank Gehry

#almost #approach #day #did #each

I approach each project with a new insecurity, almost like the first project I ever did, and I get the sweats, I go in and start working, I'm not sure where I'm going. ↗

— Frank Gehry

#approach #did #each #ever #first

It stands to the everlasting credit of science that by acting on the human mind it has overcome man's insecurity before himself and before nature. ↗

— Albert Einstein

#before #credit #everlasting #himself #human

Insecurity is just something that's there all the time. I've never been crippled by it. ↗

— Catherine Keener

#crippled #i #insecurity #just #never

Guys have a level of insecurity and vulnerability that's exponentially bigger than you think. With the primal urge to be alpha comes extreme heartbreak. The harder we fight, the harder we fall. ↗

— John Krasinski

#bigger #comes #exponentially #extreme #fall

Most bad behaviour comes from insecurity. ↗

— Debra Winger

#behaviour #comes #insecurity #most

It took me years to learn to sit at my desk for more than two minutes at a time, to put up with the solitude and the terror of failure, and the godawful silence and the white paper. And now that I can take it . . . now that I can finally do it . . . I'm really raring to go. I was in my study writing. I was learning how to go down into myself and salvage bits and pieces of the past. I was learning how to sneak up on the unconscious and how to catch my seemingly random thoughts and fantasies. By closing me out of his world, Bennett had opened all sorts of worlds inside my own head. Gradually I began to realize that none of the subjects I wrote poems about engaged my deepest feelings, that there was a great chasm between what I cared about and what I wrote about. Why? What was I afraid of? Myself, most of all, it seemed. "Freedom is an illusion," Bennett would have said and, in a way, I too would have agreed. Sanity, moderation, hard work, stability . . . I believed in them too. But what was that other voice inside of me which kept urging me on toward zipless fucks, and speeding cars and endless wet kisses and guts full of danger? What was that other voice which kept calling me coward! and egging me on to burn my bridges, to swallow the poison in one gulp instead of drop by drop, to go down into the bottom of my fear and see if I could pull myself up? Was it a voice? Or was it a thump? Something even more primitive than speech. A kind of pounding in my gut which I had nicknamed my "hunger-thump." It was as if my stomach thought of itself as a heart. And no matter how I filled it—with men, with books, with food—it refused to be still. Unfillable—that's what I was. Nymphomania of the brain. Starvation of the heart. ↗

— Erica Jong

#feminism #insecurity #thoughts #writing #art