Insecurity Quotes Novels & Stories

I asked. "Safety is an illusion right now," he replied, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "But we must keep our eyes open. Trust no one. We can’t be too cautious. " Poison - the word reverberated in my mind like a dark whisper. It hung in the air, so heavy it threatened to crush me under its weight. Dante's voice pulled me back to reality as he quickly instructed some palace staff in a hushed yet assertive tone.

The only thing worse than stealing my night was taking away my only safe place. ‘There are so many things in the world to be afraid of Alyssa,’ mom would say to me often. ‘A time will come when everything good in you will be stolen away and burned to ashes, nothing you do will stop it,’ she’d sometimes add but her favorite quote was always, ‘You’re living in a bubble my darling and when it’s time to pop it, I’ll be there with fired dynamite to make it explode.’

“Strange is our brand.” I lay there, cheek pillowed on his chest, staring at the ceiling. The cheap plaster, the hairline, cracks. The familiar blandness of yet another borrowed space. Once, I’d thought Rule One was enough: that the world hesitates when it believes you’re claimed. That a mark, a contract, a man’s arm around your shoulders on a balcony would be shield enough. But hesitation isn’t the same as safety. Crowe’s broadcast had proved that. The RECOVERY signs nailed to lampposts had proved that. Anonymous texts and sniff-tags and cameras on balconies had proved that.

I exclaimed, so much fear in my eyes, “But why would they do that to a mere cleaner? That is ridiculous.” “If they could do that to a cleaner, then how much more a family? I have designated security for my daughters. You deserve one, please.” I shook my head in disapproval, “No, father-in-law. I don’t need security. I am fine the way I am. All this while, I have been moving about without security and nothing has happened to me. Security announces my presence to the public. I don’t like it. It is pride.”

Waiting. I think of Adrian standing between a stranger and me at the museum. The quiet way he watches crowds. The sleepless nights he pretends not to have. Protection mistaken for control. I fold my hands calmly. “No one has limited me,” I say. The host tilts her head. “So the reports are inaccurate?” “They’re incomplete.” She waits. I continue before doubt can interrupt. “My life changed very quickly. My husband operates in a world where threats are real, not theoretical. Security isn’t punishment. It’s a precaution.”

Quincy There’s a saying you hear around here by your second or third week, whispered like a prayer and carved into the back of your head whether you like it or not: Don’t trust anyone. Not your cellmate. Not the guy who trades you cookies for soap. Not the guards, the chaplain, the janitor, not even the rat outside the laundry hall. Trust gets you shanked. Trust gets you stripped. Trust gets you dead. I thought I understood that. And I had defiled that law once with my cellmate.

'Power should never fear questions. 'Transparency without responsibility becomes performance.' 'Fear creates obedience. Trust creates stability.' Amara listened carefully. Each sentence reflected a different philosophy. None sounded extreme. None sounded dangerous. Yet history had shown how ideas could evolve in unexpected ways. Samuel pointed toward the final quotation on the page. "Read that one again." Nathan nodded. 'When people stop correcting institutions, institutions begin correcting people.' Silence settled over the room. The sentence lingered in everyone's mind. Amara looked out toward the harbour.

I dropped my spoon and carried the glass of water and gulped it down . "But ,Dad ?,do you have a hunch on why the shooter will wanna kill me ?"I asked . He glanced at me and sighed . "I wish I knew " I nodded slowly... Gosh! "So , what assurance do I have now that the shooter won't come back at me"I asked again. "Well ,you will always take the guards with you to every where you're going "he answered. I hate our suggestions but that's the only we could do it cause at this moment , going out alone is damn dangerous.

Oh God. I clenched my hand when somebody talked to me, “Wow. Was that how strong your relation was?” I turned my face to look at Roxy, “Can’t believe all it took was two lines from me to get you so insecure you ran away without hearing him out.” She scoffed at me, “This is why humans are untrustworthy. All you think about is yourself.” There it was again. Humans… She used the word like she wasn’t one. Come to think of it. She’s not the only one. Ruda, Yohan and Quincy. All of them have used it like that.

He was ready to go off on me, I knew it. "You're insecure. When people like River and Preslie say things to you, they get to you. You don't like the fact that Preslie is so quirky because you don't care about anything and she does. You're stone-cold and the fact that she's always so happy bothers you. You've made mistakes that practically haunt you. You don't open up because you're afraid of getting hurt but also because you're afraid to see the real you - the you that isn't always dropping metaphors. Oh, and speaking of your stupid, witty metaphors -- you use them all the time because you're weak and have no defence and they're your only shield. You're also lonely and you hate it but you ca