Insecurity Jealousy Quotes Novels & Stories

He’s still hot and I still get jealous. With my legs crossed, I lean back into the seat, my head turned to the side as I gaze out of the window beside me. I cross my arms tightly around me, hugging myself as I surrender to my most detrimental quality: insecurity. I fucking hate this. “Are you really doing this again, Elysian?” Cade’s voice cuts through the quiet, annoyance lacing his tone. Again? I grit my teeth, turning to glare at him, “Am I really doing what again, Cade?”

“I was scared shitless about how crazy I was about you, but I remember still thinking that it was the happiest moment of my life, as crazy as it seemed at that time.” “Funny how quickly you ruined that happiness, isn't it?” Despite her bitter question, the struggle had begun to leave her body, but he couldn't trust it enough to let her wrists go. “Yes, you're right.” He acknowledged, knowing that any attempt to justify himself would only send them back to square one. “I was an idiot. I feared that because you'd been with a lot more people than I had...that you'd find me lacking in some way and you would get tired of me very quickly. I shouldn't trusted in what you felt for me. Instead, I let

I lost track of how many people congratulated us or, alternatively, stared me down with barely concealed disdain. “They’re jealous,” Theron muttered beside me, glaring at a group of women who weren’t being quiet about their opinions. “I know,” I said, my voice tight. “But jealousy doesn’t justify slander.” He kissed my forehead. “Say the word and I’ll find out who they are and ruin them.” I snorted. “No need. They’re mad because they want to be in my shoes.” His brows rose. “Should I announce that every inch of me belongs to you?”

The girls stepped back, seeing her temper. Jealousy is the most dangerous thing in this world! To Be Continued

"Of course I am too possessive of people who I consider are mine. So don't even think of changing." ....... [Jacqueline's POV] I know how it feels to never be good enough for someone. How it feels when the people we love don't love us back. Or how it feels when they don't even recognize us. why wouldn't I know? I am A girl who fights her insecurities every day. Who knew better than me, possession is nothing but a feeling of insecurity we develop to deal with our extrinsic circumstances. To fake our insecurities in a wrapped-up great word. But who am I to give someone fake hope.

"As long as she stays, she may be treated nicely with great generosity but once she leaves, she becomes an object of hatred and reprisal." "A yes for me too," I said. "A man is jealous of his self-respect while a woman is jealous of her lack of it. Women are prepared to tolerate infidelity because they desperately need security and they suffer torments of jealousy because they are terrified of abandonment." "An insecure woman would love a man to make love in a possessive way, so much that she shouldn't be capable of wanting anybody else."

" Well... I'm... I'm jealous okay? That's it. I'm jealous." " Of what?" "I don't know. I just don't want my husband walking around without underwear when there's all these other people outside there. People who'll look at you in a certain way. Yes I know you'd never entertain them but God I'm jealous in any case. I don't know what to say that's going to be right but I really feel jealous." " Well I don't know how we'll fix your jealousy because you just said you trust me right! That's all that matters. I mean no one else can get what you get from me. Ever. So there's nothing to worry about."

Maybe even too much. Heitor let out a bitter laugh. The kind that hurts more than any cry. “That phase is over. It’s unbearable, Alex. She has fits of jealousy almost every day. Last week she made me sleep on the couch because a resident called me a “cute doctor” in the elevator.” I took a long sip. It burned in my throat, but it wasn’t enough to erase the discomfort. “Jealousy is not love,” I murmured. “It’s insecurity disguised as possession.”

I finally spoke, making a slight jab at Maureen “Oh, that. Maureen is quite protective of me. She likes to show people we are together. And jealousy is her thing. I would not blame her anyway. Who would not be so when you are engaged to me?” Again, I waited some seconds to reply “Weakness causes jealousy. Insecurity is the fault of the man. Don’t you agree?” I said to go He was visibly confused but instead of explaining what I truly meant, I said, “You can tell her to stop doing that. You two are engaged. Trust is important”

This is getting too hot for me to watch. Whoever said Jealousy is a bitch is so right. Jealousy is really a bitch that would fuck up your mind and rile up your whole body.