Insecurity Quotes Novels & Stories

Someone has to put an end to it all and fortunately for you all , that someone is me’ Nena’s eyes widened beyond her sockets as she opened them in disbelief. quis custodiet Ipsos custodes’ This was the second time she was hearing that same phrase in the same day. ‘What could all this be about’ she thought to herself as she kept on reading the testimony. ‘so therefore, I will be revealing the identities of the infamous criminal and the other members of the BMO.

I said in a confused tone. "When?? I do not remember passing by you, ever." Her voice now getting louder. "Oh, and how did I get in? Well, your door was unlocked. I think you should care more about your safety. First, start by locking your door so murderers won't come in and try to kill you." I said while nodding my head, self-approving my wonderful advice.

He wrapped an arm around me, and I leaned into him, watching the quiet garden below, undisturbed tonight by anything more dangerous than the ordinary dark. “Can I tell you something,” I said. “Always.” “I used to think safety meant nothing bad happening,” I said slowly. “Now I think it means exactly this. Ordinary chess games and burnt eggs and Marcus rolling his eyes at us. Not the absence of danger. Just the presence of enough good things that the danger doesn’t get to be the only thing that matters.”

I took out my phone and quickly typed the three-word text I was contracted to send every night: I am safe. But this time, the words meant something deeper. I wasn't just physically safe in Milan. I was morally safe. I had protected my integrity. I had refused the easy path and chosen the hard-won dignity of earning my own success. And that felt like the most profound security of all.

The fact that Max could identify those people was enough to make him a target. It was another disadvantage of being financially disadvantaged. We couldn't afford top-notch security to keep us safe. We didn't have bodyguards to shield us from stabbings or gunshots that could come from anywhere. We lacked CCTV or any other advanced technology to ensure that we didn't meet suspicious and untimely ends.

I know i am going to feel bored. I take a photo of myself by the pool and send it to Jonathan. I don't like being idle; I wish I could at least take a walk around the city, which I know more about from website photos than in reality. Jonathan replies, saying he'll call me. Strange. Something serious must be happening. “What's wrong? I'm worried now.” He talks about me having to go out with security and about a possible enemy of his, whose name I must keep! The situation is more serious than I thought. Many bad people do wrong things for money. Or for fame. I feel worry about me and about him.

The rest of them held still around us, audience now to see if I’d mess this up and make my lesson the actual lesson. “You’re safe here,” I murmured, quiet and low. “That doesn’t mean it’s gonna feel like it. Not for a bit. And that’s okay. That’s not on you.” One of the older rejects snorted low in his throat. “Safety is what gets you killed,” he growled through crossed arms. I shot him a look. “Unearned safety does.” I gestured between us and broadly at the range. “Over here? Safety is a choice.”

so to speak. I'm telling you there is such a thing as staying. You'll be a target. Always. Every time I hit an enemy, it is going to see you as something to target that will hurt me. You will live with security and you will live with danger, and you’ll carry one constant thing — the certainty that as long as I’m around, someone could try to kill you to get at me. "And if I can accept that?" "Then you're insane."

You don't want to be the one that partied with the boss's son when he gets shot. Lesson number two. Avoid being the one at fault, or you're going to end up dead quickly." "But isn't he safe with all the security around?' I asked. "Lesson number three, bro. You are never safe. The moment you feel safe is when the enemy strikes." "Why are you sounding like a sage all of a sudden, Kaz?" I started laughing, but it was cut short by the pain I felt. The hangover mixed with my face hurting from all the blows from the jump in.

“He shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” Billy exhaled slowly. “It’s okay.” “It wasn’t,” I insisted. “You didn’t deserve that.” He met my eyes. “I understand where it came from.” I frowned slightly. “You do?” “Insecurity,” he said plainly. “It happens when a man feels like he has nothing left to offer his family. When everything he thought defined him disappears.” His words hit closer than I expected. “I’m not saying what he did was right,” Billy continued. “But fear makes people say things they don’t mean.”