Paranoia Quotes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Amethyst inquired. "Honesty comes with a price many of us choose to bare. Lying comes with a price many of us choose to bare. Lying makes us paranoid about the truth, keeping us bound in chains, racked with guilt our self conscious brings. Honesty makes us light, we're free from the chains we were once bound to when holding the truth in. So ask yourself this are you paranoid or you free?" Lilith had never told a major lie, she had nothing to be paranoid about but she also didn't feel free, how could she?

Carefully. “Trauma-induced paranoia.” Mateo’s jaw tightened. I looked at Bianca. Her breathing had gone shallow. Her eyes were glassy. “No,” she said weakly. “No, that’s not—” “It doesn’t mean you’re broken,” the psychiatrist said. “It means your mind is trying to protect you.” I leaned closer to Bianca. “It’s okay to need help,” I whispered. Her eyes filled with tears. I looked at Mateo then. Let my eyes shine. Let them look tired. Sad.

It is of utmost importance that we ascertain the subsequent steps to be taken. His confident countenance provided me with reassurance, and he responded, "Do not worry, I have handled the situation." In a state of paranoia, I expressed my anxieties, "Why do these series of coincidences persist? Why am I consistently targeted? It is illogical. Am I the sole individual who has observed this?"

Enzo asked taking a small sip from his glass, “She doesn’t remember me! She didn’t seem to remember me, or know me! While she was attending to me, she was complaining about my tattoos and everything; but she didn’t seem to know me. It’s like, she forgot about us!” by this time, my tremors were back again, and I so wanted to curse for feeling this way! Whenever my paranoia hit me, I always felt vulnerable, so weak; and violence was my only defence mechanism. That's why I roasted people alive, just to assure myself that I was me, that the world was not ending and that I wasn’t going to break at any moment!

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.

Sweat glistened on his temples, trailing down the curve of his jaw. “I started hearing things… seeing things. Paranoia took over. I’d black out and come to in places I didn’t recognize. Then one day—he appeared. Like he knew I needed help. He said he could fix it. Took me to a doctor, promised they’d make something just for me. A pill to silence the madness.” He paused for breath, voice cracking under the weight of memory.

“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.”

Slowly beginning to panic, he grasped his stone blade with both hands and held it in front of him. The leader of the group flicked his hand to signal the panicking rear guard to back off of the wounded victim. “Would you calm down already?" he hissed at his comrade. “If they wanted to kill us they would have done it by now.” The paranoid man lifted his foot off of the poor victim and stepped back. He took a quick glance up into the darkness of the wooded canopy and then glared at their ringleader with a huff. “I’m tired of this,” he growled, pointing his finger. “I’m tired of putting my life and everything I have in the hands of that bastard child and his brother! I'm sick of sleeping out he

"Have a nice day." The room erupts into a river of murmurs as I walk out of the room, with my keen sense of hearing I could easy make out the words. "Am I dreaming. " The first voice says. "Can someone please pinch me." "Don't you think its a bit weird." Another voice adds. "Nope, its all weird." Weird..... You see little one. What I do for you. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥• Pari's Pov(continuation.)

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.