Heloise Quotes

I always have issues with trust.

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

Paranoia plays into all of us. Trust is a terrifying idea of not knowing who we can rely on.

Auditioning for something you already know and love is terrifying.

I think you're not a human being unless you have doubts and fears.

There is always a point when one senses one's lack of skill, the doubt.

I do have a sense of displacement as constant instability - the uninterrupted existence of everything that I love and care about is not guaranteed at all. I wait for catastrophes.

When a man is in love, he doubts, very often, what he most firmly believes.

What annoys me about it is that your fate is always in somebody else's hands. It's always up to somebody else to decide whether or not they want you in their show and so the majority of actors have to play out a waiting game. The constant fear is that it could all end tomorrow.

The constant assertion of belief is an indication of fear.

Nobody has any security in loving me.

It's hard to care deeply for something that might turn on you and eat you.

I hope to God that I know what I am doing.

I had no idea who I was when I started. I was frightened to death and had no natural performing skills.

I have trust issues.

Insecurities are debilitating a lot of times.

You're unwilling to go out on a limb because it just might break underneath you.

What do you fear, most of all? The possibility that love may not be enough.

I don't know what will happen to me without you. Only you. Only you love me. Out of everyone in the world.

Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never got the trick of it.' She looked down at him, shy and fatigued. 'So here we are. I told you years ago that I had the makings of Cinderella.' He took her hand; she drew it back instinctively and then replaced it in his. 'Beg your pardon. Not even used to being touched. But I'm not afraid of you, if you stay quiet and don't move suddenly.

I had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought I’d live in such fear of losing another person. Was this how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such panic?

I'm as highly insecure as a human can be.

I don't believe anyone ever suspects how completely unsure I am of my work and myself and what tortures of self-doubting the doubt of others has always given me.

Every day I hold my breath until I see her. Sometimes in class, sometimes in the hallway. I can't start breathing until I see her smile at me. She always does, but the next day I'm always afraid she won't. At lunch I'm afraid she'll smile more at BT than at me. I'm afraid she'll look at him in some way that she doesn't look at me. I'm afraid that when I go to bed at night I'll still be wondering. I'm always afraid. Is that what love is - fear?

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.