Personal Inadequacy Quotes

There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.

I was a terrible father. The most I ever did for my children was to teach them chess. At least they got that.

I am a horrible visual artist. I can't fix a car, sew, knit, cook, etc. Statistically, there is more I don't do than do.

I've never loved composing, because I feel like other people do it better.

Taking care of children was not something I was good at.

I worship talents almost. I sinfully dare mourn that I possess them not.

I'm really not tailored for responsibility.

My husband cooks fancier food for himself than I've ever cooked on-air. I call him from the road, and he's making champagne-vanilla salmon or black-cherry pork chop. Half of me is feeling unworthy. Not only am I not a chef, I'm not a better cook than my own husband!

I can fight, but that's the only thing I can do. When it comes to anything other than fighting or talking, I'm not very good.

I'm not really equipped to do anything else but making movies. In every other aspect of my life I'm a total failure.

I guess my friends probably think I'm one of the lamest when it comes to doing stuff.

I had such a great mom and I know that I'd never be that mom. I wouldn't want to bring a child into this world unless I could be.

For so many years, I thought I wasn't good enough.

What good am I? I can't have kids. I can't cook. I've been divorced three times. Who would want me?

I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.

I would drive home and see people wearing my No. 34 jersey and wonder why, because I didn't feel worthy of that. And all the time I just knew people were staring at me, talking about me everywhere I went.

I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I'd have the same opinion about me that he does.

I'm not a good collector.

As the daughter of two teachers with first-class degrees, I'd always seen myself as a duffer by comparison.

I'm not the fastest guy or the quickest guy.

For a long time now, every meeting with another human being has been the reverberations after even the simplest conversation. But the deep collision is and has been with my unregenerate, tormenting and tormented self...I am unable to become what I see. I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful halt, "won't go".

I know it's horrible to have to admit that, but I'm not adult enough to take care of a child.

All through my boyhood I had a profound conviction that I was no good, that I was wasting my time, wrecking my talents, behaving with monstrous folly and wickedness and ingratitude-and all this, it seemed, was inescapable, because I lived among laws which were absolute, like the law of gravity, but which it was not possible for me to keep.

Even if I tried to be my dad, it would be a mediocre, slightly embarrassing version.

I'll do what little I can in writing. Only it will be very little. I'm not capable of it; and if I were, you would not go near it at all. For if you did, you would hardly bear to live