Neal Shusterman Quotes

People are never more insecure than when they become obsessed with their fears at the expense of their dreams.

Great self-destruction follows upon unfounded fear.

I'm a guy who has problems with moderation. All or nothing. Binge and purge. Kill or be killed. Gray is not a color I wear well. I should be dead. I know that. I should not be successful. I know that too. My daily existence is a toss of the coin - one side, fear, the other side, gratitude.

There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision.

Fear stifles our thinking and actions. It creates indecisiveness that results in stagnation. I have known talented people who procrastinate indefinitely rather than risk failure. Lost opportunities cause erosion of confidence, and the downward spiral begins.

What feeds me destroys me.

There's always a reason not to do anything... to flee the need to make decisions.

Every time I've ever gotten close to being successful, I've found some way to screw it up.

I normally don't listen to my instincts because I'm so full of doubt.

It's our very capacity for self-consciousness that makes us self-destructive!

What you fear your whole life comes to pass. You end up living toward it, you spend your life running from it but your foot is nailed to the sidewalk. You circle around it until you wear yourself own.

Few things are sadder than encountering a person who knows exactly what he should do, yet cannot muster enough energy to do it. "He who desires but acts not," wrote Blake with his accustomed vigor, "Breeds pestilence.

I'm doing everything I can to sabotage my career. It's a little thing called "fear of success".

Some people are so addicted to their misery that they will destroy anything that gets in the way of their fix.

I think writing for me has always been a matter of fear. Writing is fear and not writing is fear. I am afraid of writing and then I'm afraid of not writing.

But fear is confusing. It tears you in two. Half of you wants to run far, far away, but the other half is paralyzed, frozen, immovable. And the hard part is that you never know which half is going to win.

My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.

‎All my stupid little thoughts beget stupid little thoughts, rampantly speculating every possible outcome of every possible situation until they're all done to death and none of them could ever be true.

So many means of self-destruction, so little time.

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not.

You are afraid to die, and you’re afraid to live. What a way to exist.

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