Paranoia Quotes Novels & Stories

Paranoia On this day, Memorable went to Moscow to see the relics of St. Nicholas, which for the first time in a Millennium were in Russia. He decided to take the train. On the train, in a compartment of a Memorial met with his untidy and annoying neighbor: "Here you live in your monastery, hidden from the social web, and you know nothing," said a neighbor to the Memorable one. – What don't we know?" Memorable asked.

Sarah, from all indications, had given up. “Maybe I’m becoming paranoid.” Lara said one night, while we drank tea in the living room, feet tucked under her body. “Maybe.” I didn’t want to feed her fear, but I also didn’t want to minimize what she felt. “But paranoia sometimes saves lives.” “Are you trying to reassure me or scare me more?” “Both.” I admitted, a crooked smile on my lips. She laughed, and the sound was like a balm. I missed her laugh. In the last few days, Lara had been so serious, so closed off, that I almost forgot what she was like when she was light.

The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said, "I outlived the buggers." Memorable Quotes "Scattered showers my ass!" Noah. "I have no problem with you talking to yourself as long as it doesn't turn into an argument" Woody Allen. "If at first you don't succeed try, try again. Then quit. There's no point being a damn fool about it." W.C.Fields. "The one thing that all porn stars have in common is a dread of filming the scenes that don't involve sex" Fanny Lightfoot (Porn Movie Director) "For every human problem, there is a solution that is simple, neat, and wrong." H. L. Mencken

◇NO POV◇ parv is not understanding anything what to do he is sobbing silently in his room while drinking for whole night he wanted to scream and ask what is this feeling he was angry at the sametime upset with confusion her words are running in his mind He is repeating the same words whole night and day who am I what am I he is in the vulnerable state He is thinking to himself "why you also decided to leave me sarah Am I that unworthy for your love can't you give a single chance to my feelings damn it

It’s got a total supervillain vibe going. “Has anyone ever told you that you are kind of paranoid?” I asked. “I mean, do you watch those shows on TV where they come up with all sorts of conspiracy theories—” “I don’t have time for TV. And I am not paranoid. I am just cautious.” It was my turn to snort.

“What were you doing there if you weren’t listening in?” “I was coming to ask you something,” she said. “And yeah, I heard some of what you were saying. But I wasn’t standing there with a notepad or recording decice or anything. I wasn’t spying. I didn’t take notes like your real spies do. I don't even have a phone to record because of you!" "You need to stop thinking that everyone’s out to get you just because a few of your people turned on you. That’s not my fault. That’s your fear. Your paranoia. That’s your problem. Not mine.”

Looking for anything that resembled the woman I had grown up fearing. Instead... I found only exhaustion. "If you know something..." I said carefully. "Tell me now." "I can't." "Why?" "Because these walls have ears." The words settled heavily between us. I almost laughed. It sounded absurd. Paranoid. Yet... For reasons I couldn't explain... I didn't. Vera pushed the folded paper a little closer. "You don't have to decide today." "If you burn it..." "So be it." "If you throw it away..." "I'll never speak of this again."

She covered her face dramatically and copied my tone. "Oh no, don't take my picture! You're stealing my face! I'm calling the police! You're all evil!" The laughter grew even louder. None of my classmates bothered to hide the disgust on their faces. "He's seriously sick. Must be terminal paranoia or something. Why is someone like that even allowed to take the SATs?" "Please don't put me in the same testing room as him tomorrow. I don't want a freak like him ruining my luck before the exam."

The shadows in his room were familiar now; they were his only companions. He spun around in the center of the room, his breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. He gripped his hair, his eyes darting to the corners where he was certain the "spirits" were mocking him. “So close,” he mumbled, his voice a frantic staccato. “I was so close. She could have fixed it. She could have pulled it back. But Duke… Duke had to interfere. Always the hero. Always the boy scout.” His paranoia was a physical heat, a fever that made his skin crawl. He looked at his service weapon sitting on the kitchen table. He felt the rot Mama believed was inside him pulsing in time with his heartbeat

“When you dismiss everything I feel? That’s not trust—that’s betrayal.” He reached for me, but I pulled away, storming back into the shop to grab my bag. The seamstress pretended not to notice, her needle trembling. I drove home alone, my hands shaking on the wheel, Marcus’s words echoing: *paranoid, irrational, imagining things.*