#insecurity

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

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

— Catherine Keener

#crippled #i #insecurity #just #never

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

I'm not insecure. I've been through way too much f**king sh*t to be insecure. I've got huge balls. But I've been humbled. That makes you grateful for every day you have. ↗

— Drew Barrymore

#self-confidence #confidence

A lack of transparency results in distrust and a deep sense of insecurity. ↗

— Dalai Lama

#distrust #insecurity #lack #results #sense

Acting has given me a way to channel my angst. I feel like an overweight, pimply faced kid a lot of the time - and finding a way to access that insecurity, and put it toward something creative is incredibly rewarding. I feel very lucky. ↗

— Ryan Reynolds

#acting #angst #channel #creative #faced

That's why you find a lot of entertainers are insecure, because it's the perfect camouflage for insecurity. ↗

— Gloria Gaynor

#camouflage #entertainers #find #insecure #insecurity

I think we all have blocks between us and the best version of ourselves, whether it's shyness, insecurity, anxiety, whether it's a physical block, and the story of a person overcoming that block to their best self. It's truly inspiring because I think all of us are engaged in that every day. ↗

— Tom Hooper

#because #best #between #block #blocks

Confront death! All of your piteous insecurities derive from this primal fear.. ↗

— Thanos Grigoriou

#fear #insecurity #death

Insecurities have the ability to shape and mold our minds to live with everything that’s bad; like crying on the inside, while smiling on the outside…thus creating pain…but, alas, I have the answer; forget about what you thought and enjoy (embrace) what you feel ↗

— Jeremy Aldana

#emotion #feeling #happiness #insecurity #pain