Candace Bushnell Quotes

I'm constantly having doubts and moments of depression and then excitement and then back into the slough of despond.

I used to go away for weeks in a state of confusion.

The deplorable mania of doubt exhausts me. I doubt about everything, even my doubts.

I don't know which is stronger: the thrill of winning or the fear of failure. I don't know which one affects me most. I don't know where the middle is.

One day I think it's the greatest idea ever that I'm working on. The next day I think it's the worst that I've ever worked on - and I swing between that a lot. Some days I'm very happy with what I'm doing, and the next day I am desperate - it's not working out!

There are moments when your mind is very vulnerable. You feel a lot of doubts.

I'm deeply insecure. I ask my wife all the time, 'Was that OK? Are people lying?' I'm not as happily oblivious as I'd like.

I just don't know where my head is sometimes.

Insecurities are debilitating a lot of times.

Insecurity is the worst sense that lovers feel; sometimes the most humdrum desireless marriage seems better. Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust.

I've been having a midlife crisis since I was four years old.

So it has come, the day of testing. Without warning, without fanfare, it is here, and he is in the middle of it. In his chest his heart hammers so hard that it too, in its dumb way, must know. How will they stand up to the testing, he and his heart?

I constantly have to negotiate with my doubts.

But the thought of being a lunatic did not greatly trouble him; the horror was that he might also be wrong.

We live with a future where every three or four months, we have to question everything. You think you could be the best, or that you're nothing and you don't know what you're doing. It is exhausting.

I used to analyze myself down to the last thread, used to compare myself with others, recalled all the smallest glances, smiles and words of those to whom I’d tried to be frank, interpreted everything in a bad light, laughed viciously at my attempts ‘to be like the rest’ –and suddenly, in the midst of my laughing, I’d give way to sadness, fall into ludicrous despondency and once again start the whole process all over again – in short, I went round and round like a squirrel on a wheel.

We all question our sanity. Everyone has had an experience of loss of control of something.

Oh, bein' young ain't easy 'cos ev'rythin' you're puzzlin'n'anxin' you're puzzlin'n'anxin' it for the first time.

Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it really just another crush?

I might kiss you. I might be bad at it. That's not possible.

I am afraid of falling into hopeless despair, over my wasted life, and I am still not sure how it happened.

Fear, fear, breeds hopelessness. When you're afraid, you don't know what to believe in, you don't know what to hold on to. You're struggling to find something to believe in.

Welcome to a life of insecurity and paralyzing self-doubt.

Indecision is the seedling of fear.