Paranoia Quotes Romane & Geschichten

So, was Delbert having a relapse of his paranoia? "Do you regret it?" Seeing her confused face, Delbert suddenly leaned in, his eyes cold and dark, clearly obsessive to the extreme. "But it's too late. Once these chains are on you, don't even dream about taking them off!" Delbert's handsome, cold face gradually turned fierce; his voice carried a hint of ferocity and cruelty, chilling to the bone. "From now on, you shall be my caged bird. You know, I'm that kind of man: paranoid and extremely possessive!"

"I'm troubled." He told her the entire matter. Lai felt that it was easy. "You say you trust this grandpa. Then you trust him. Bjt blind trust is not good. Sometimes the enemy is in our midst so you don't have any final result till you try to know. Just find it. You wouldn't feel bad later if you missed something now." "I know. I just don't want to doubt my family. It's like I'm doubtful of everyone. It's paranoid."

He thought too much, as if he was possessed. "Vivienne, do you think I'm going crazy?" Ezra muttered to himself, and the only response he received was silence.

“Please feel free to help yourself to the wet bar or the library while you wait. Though, please don’t take War and Peace off the shelf, as that’s the self-destruct trigger for the estate. We’ll be safe in here from the fallout, but I’m not entirely sure my closest neighbors wouldn’t be outside of the blast radius, and I’m pretty certain that would get me kicked out of the Homeowners Association.” “Why do you have it, then?” I ask, baffled by this strange, strange man. Frank just shrugs with another coy smile, and replies, “Always better to have a plan for a worst-case scenario and not need it, than need it and not have it.” I used to think I had a pretty decent grasp on the meaning of the wo

That too in freaking 30 minutes. "Fu*k you to the square of infinity Claire. You ditched me to die in front of the devil.... " Series of curses spilled out of Pari's mouth as she didn't really have an idea what else to do. She started panicking thinking about the scenarios where he would yell at her because of her senior's carelessness and kick her out of the office. 'God..... I'm literally doomed this time. How am I going to handle this mess by that bloody Claire? How am I going to handle that hot and spicy man who might catch fire any moment?' Pari's mind was a real mess.

Paul pats my shoulder and softly chimes, “First, you need to breathe. I don’t think you took a breath throughout that whole rant. Then we will keep an eye out for you. We aren’t going to let anything happen to you.” Chance, on my other side, lightly slaps my shoulder and chimes, “I agree. We aren’t going to let anything happen to either you or David. So, stop worrying.” That all sounds nice, but I don’t know. My people can’t even stop this, so how are they going to do it? My eyes dart back and forth around the area again. The only thing I’m sure of is I’m turning into a paranoid crazy person myself.

I sighed with my head down while scratching my nails, dealing with dread. Upset, I even choked with my own words. And when I said those, tears immediately flashed through my eyes, causing me to have a fuzzy vision. Here I go again… feeling so pathetic over thinking too much. “Hey! For the second time around… can you stop being paranoid, Diane? Like, hello? After all you’ve been through together? Don’t even think about it, okay? Because I’m sure that Liam loves you more than he loved himself! And what the hell did you say again? Third-party? How would you even know that? Do you have proof?” Lorenz barked. He was talking some sense to me before he continued.

My throat dried out, but I forced myself to breathe evenly. “You’re paranoid,” I said lightly, trying to keep ny voice steady. “Who’s going to break into your precious vault? You already act like the building is a prison.” His eyes flickered just for a second. “Paranoia keeps me alive,” he said nonchalantly. “Or lonely.” His lips twitched but it wasn’t quite a smile. “Lonely doesn’t bother me.” He retorted. Yeah. Of course, I knew that too well. Heavy and deliberate silence stretched between us.

“Are you sure? You looked like you were ready to pounce on someone.” “I don’t make mistakes like this,” I replied, slipping back into the driver’s seat and closing the door with deliberate calm. “Something…or someone…was out there.” She tilted her head, her lips curling into a smirk. “You’re paranoid, Max. Maybe it was just a shadow. Or a bird. You’re acting like the whole world is out to get you.” I shot her a cold glance, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. “Paranoia keeps people like me alive, Nadia. You’d do well to remember that.”

I heard him murmuring and turned on the TV. They really didn't believe me when I told them about what I had seen and heard earlier this afternoon. Well, neither do I believe my eyes and ears. Maybe I should seek help from a psychologist or should go for therapy. I absolutely think I'm paranoid. Perhaps I should, this weekend, if ever I could reencounter her. I closed the door behind me as I stepped inside my room and let out a deep sigh. I sat on my bed, looking around my room for something that I don't want to see, and I chuckled.