Paranoia Quotes Novels & Stories

"Aurora you wouldn't know if a kid is lying to you not to talk of a pathological liar, you believe too much good in people, that's your bane Aurora." "I will rather stick to seeing the world in shades of white, than have a skewed perception of the world" "You will end up hurt, you will always be the victim, you will always be in pain" "It's better than living in paranoia, thinking every jack and Jones is hell bent on hurting me and using it as an excuse to push people away." "There is no flaw to the fear of being gullible" I sighed. We were getting on each other's nerve again. I saw a strand of straying to her face, I felt a strong insuppressible impulse to tuck it behind her ear.

I wasn’t old or going through any phase that would make me hypertensive and die. With a chuckle I raised an eyebrow, “are you trying to make me look like a fool in front of your subjects?” I spoke sternly. “Paranoia my lady,” he replied pointedly. “And it is our subject, I’m not the only one ruling the country now.” “Your words didn’t point it out that way.” I cut in.

“Adrian.You’re being stubborn.” “And you’re being suspicious.” Her eyes flashed. “What did you say?” I leaned forward slightly. “You heard me.” Marianna’s voice dropped. “I’m trying to protect you.” I laughed quietly. “That’s funny.” “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means,” I said calmly, “you’ve never protected anyone but yourself.” Marianna’s lip tightened. “You’re letting paranoia control you.” “No,” I told her plainly. “I’m letting facts guide me.”

To my dearest Rowan, If you ever find this, please know that I love you. I need you to be safe, okay? I don’t know what’s happening anymore. Everyone keeps saying I’m paranoid, that it’s just my nerves or the medicine talking, but I know what I’ve seen. Someone’s watching me. I can feel it. They think I’m losing my mind, but I’m not. I can’t stay here anymore, I’ll go away for a little while until things calm down. I’ll come back soon. I promise. Yours,

“He doesn’t have any werewolf senses, and he’s not been able to convince Father to let him put up security cameras in his hallway.” “Did he really try that?” I ask, thrown off topic by this tidbit. “Of course he did,” Marcus says. “Would you expect anything else from him? The man is paranoid.” “Well, I guess not,” I say. Then: “Wait, can we keep calling him paranoid when we really are conspiring against him now?” Marcus laughs aloud. “I don’t know,” he says. “That’s a good point.” He gives me a hug and presses a kiss to my hair.

Stevie’s POV Paranoia isn’t something that sneaks up on you all at once. It’s a slow, creeping thing that starts as a gut feeling, then plants itself like a weed, twisting and growing until it’s impossible to ignore. I used to think I wasn’t the kind of person who got paranoid. I’ve walked through dark alleyways with my camera strapped across my chest, flown to unfamiliar cities alone for assignments, trusted my instincts to keep me out of trouble. But tonight, I know for damn sure I’m being watched.

Xav says and I nod. Paranoia is something I have always struggled with, and as I lay on the floor, in excruciating pain, all I can think about is how scared I still am, how ruined I am, and broken things like me can't be fixed, it's too large a hole to fix, too broken to heal.

You just got out of that bed as if you didn't think that at any moment you could fall or stumble, imagine if you fell and hit your head-- he speaks nervously while he runs his hand through his hair messing up more than it already was his beautiful strands, that's just once with make it even sexier --- Stop being paranoid Deni...-- I am interrupted by a more nervous Deniel than he already was --- PARANOIA-- screams, scaring me-- my wife is attacked by a disgusting son of a bitch, besides that I find her passed out near a tree which she was brutally thrown and on top of that I have to put up with a bunch of people wanting getting close to MY female, knowing that right now what I want most is s

Hart has displayed increasing paranoia. Paranoia. I did not say that word. They did. And now it exists publicly. I close my eyes. This is the next phase. Not containment of Leah. Containment of me. If they can convince the world I am unstable, then any claim I make about her relocation becomes delusion. Any accusation becomes symptom. Any protest becomes proof. I pick up my phone again. A new message waits. YOU SEE HOW EASY IT IS? My pulse steadies instead of spikes. Another message arrives.

They were being observed, manipulated, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Inside, the four of them felt the creeping weight of paranoia. Every glance, every hesitation, every half-spoken word carried a thousand possibilities. Trust fractured like thin ice underfoot, and each of them wondered silently who would break first. If the person behind the messages had returned after ten years, if the victim might still be alive, then none of them were safe. The forest had claimed them once before, and now it seemed to extend its reach beyond the trees, into the rooms, into their thoughts, into their very nerves.