Novel & Cerita Paranoia Quotes

she asked with that sly smile. I hated that smile. She knew me better than I wanted her to sometimes. "It’s so stupid. Literally nothing has happened, nothing is going on but I’m just... paranoid. I was too afraid to go to the park. I was worried that guy was going to be there again, and I always get the feeling that I’m being watched or someone is coming after me." Lauren reached over and touched my knee comfortingly. "I feel like that is completely reasonable and understandable." "Yeah, Jaxon said that too. He said it’s probably going to be a while before I start to feel better about things. He said that paranoia was normal, but it doesn’t feel normal, and I feel crazy."

“And if we continue to cast blame without thinking, we’ll end up destroying ourselves before they take any action.” Her words weighed down significantly. At that moment, Charles, who had been silent, raised his head. "Perhaps that’s precisely what they desire." All eyes were on him. His spectacles shimmered in the light of the lamp, his tone unwavering despite the disturbance he’d created. “Consider it.” If we’re battling one another, doubt becomes their tool. “They need not even take action—they can allow paranoia to do the job.” The quiet that ensued was more deafening than any yelling could have been.

Marcus said, adjusting his sling. “Marcus…” She hesitated. “If anything feels strange, if you notice anything or anyone suspicious, promise me you’ll tell me.” He frowned lightly. “Suspicious? About what?” Her heart skipped. She forced a calm tone. “Nothing. Just—people can act different when they want something from you.” He smiled faintly. “You sound like Grandma now. Always paranoid about everyone’s motives.” Ophelia looked away, whispering, “Sometimes paranoia keeps you alive.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? Where is that coming from?” I went silent because honestly, I didn’t even know where that had come from. The words had left my mouth before I could stop them so I took a deep breath, forcing the anger down. “I’m sorry for my behavior, I’m just paranoid because some strange images have been popping up in my head and it’s making me agitated.” He searched my face. “Are you remembering anything?” “No, it’s not that,” I whispered. “It’s just… I don’t know what to believe or who to trust because you’re keeping so many things away from me.”

Pulling the blinds closed at the office. Paranoia, a voice whispered in my head. But another voice answered: Or instinct. Because paranoia is what you call it when you’re wrong. Instinct is what you call it when you’re right. * * One evening, as I drove home, the sedan appeared again—far back this time, just a dark smudge in my mirror. I tightened my grip on the wheel, forcing myself to breathe slow and steady. Soon it disappeared as usual.

I couldn’t sleep the other night because I was thinking about Cain , now I can’t sleep tonight because of this stupid note. I should say yes to what? I looked around and everyone was asleep , everywhere was dead quiet, I wouldn’t dare wake Mary up ,that would be too much , I will tell her in the morning. **** I didn’t even get enough sleep before my alarm woke me up. It was morning again . I’m feeling paranoid this morning still bordered about the goddamn note. Everyone looked like a suspect . Who would want to scare me?

I stopped and turned to him, he just gave me a confused look. “You lead” I told him not sure what he would say next. ‘Truthfully, I don’t like people hovering on me. I know it’s weird, but that’s just how I am. I like being in control, not surprised. When I walk with someone following me I feel like they might do something foolish in my absence. Yeah, I’m a paranoid person with trust issues. Who wouldn’t if you been disappointed your whole life. And besides, I like to be aware and plan for the future, and not wait for what’s next. But it seems I got to wait this time. This situation I’m in, feels kind of a chaos.’

But I don't care. "If you only paid attention with what Maze had said and didn't looked at him as if he's the presentation that you should learn, you may have been able to easily determine Patient P's condition." I said that while looking at Pear and I can see that she felt embarrassed because of what I said and I can't help but to smirk. "Paranoid Schizophrenia often make a person suspicious about the people around him. Though, other subtypes also includes the symptoms of the client having trust issues, Paranoid Schizophrenia is pretty different. They often become violent when someone tries to give them food. They hear voices inside their heads telling them that the food was poisoned and th

Iliana’s POV: I was lost in the world of fiction when my own world slowed down to a sudden halt. I was getting that feeling. Again. For the hundredth time now. Hair on the nape of my neck stood taller as my breathing became shallow. I clutched the book in my hands as if it were my only anchor. ‘It’s nothing. It’s just in your head.’ I chanted the mantra repeatedly, even though I knew it wasn’t only in my head. I wasn’t crazy. No matter what the police said, I couldn’t be paranoid enough to imagine the same horrifying thing again and again.

"It could be anyone. Anyone at all." "Exactly," X said through the phone. "Now you understand the game. I am everywhere and nowhere. A ghost among ghosts. And you will spend every remaining day looking over your shoulder, doubting everyone, trusting no one. That is my real revenge, Eva. Not death. Not destruction. Uncertainty. The slow poison of paranoia destroying you from within." "We will find you—"