Paranoia Quotes Novels & Stories

“You know, when you can’t make up your mind.” “Of course not,” Parris snorts. “That would be insane. Hearing voices in your head isn’t normal, Sparks. Now, I speak to my wolf all the time. He has quite a few opinions.” “You have a wolf?” I quirk an eye as I take a seat across from him.

, “ shushh that's the name we cannot speak , I feel paranoid that they maybe some hidden cameras which I know there's none but still ” “ Ohhh sorry , but have you though?” , Alicia sighed “Not yet my friend , I've decided to not let it ruin my happiness and I've put it at the back of my mind ”. “ I'm not going to let anyone ruin my happiness, for all I know they could all be lying ”.

She dialed her number and waited for her to pick up. "Hey, girl, what's up?" Sara's cheerful voice came through the phone. "Hey, Sara, can we talk?" She said, her voice trembling slightly. "Of course, what's going on?" Sara asked, concern lacing her voice. "I... I don't know. It's just that I've been feeling so scared and paranoid lately. I feel like I'm being watched all the time, and I don't know who to trust," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

As far as I remember, I have a trust issue because of my "Something in your eyes Tell me who I am Something in my highs Whenever you're near You can tell me lies~" I didn't know why I said thosw things in chat. I got a little bit nervous when I saw the three dots. Gosh! Self why aren't you thinking properly?! Parzeval: We can. I have time but what are we gonna talk about? Oh, yeah. He have his point. What topic nga ba? I laugh at myself. "Gosh, you have the nerve to chat this boy and you have nothing to talk about?! I thought you are chismosa?!" I keep on scolding myself.

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?

But I knоw Blаkе ѕаіd he hаd a mоmеnt of full paranoia where hе wаѕ ѕurе thе whоlе April case wаѕ аn іnѕіdе jоb. I thought іt wаѕ сrаzу at thе time, but maybe wе were сlоѕеr thаn we thоught way bасk thеn? My mіnd is fаіthfullу fоllоwіng thе trаіl of еvіdеnсе, juѕt as it’s been trained tо do. It’ѕ аutоmаtіс thеѕе dауѕ. It іngrаіnеd in me tо never make аѕѕumрtіоnѕ. Evіdеnсе is one thing; аѕѕumрtіоn іѕ an еntіrеlу different bеаѕt.

“She survived what should’ve killed her. That doesn’t make her harmless. That makes her dangerous.” I clenched my fists in the blanket. “I didn’t ask for this. You think I wanted to crawl out of the ground covered in slime? You think I chose it?” Dante’s gaze snapped to me. Those icy eyes cut like they were built to strip me down. “You could’ve fooled me,” he said quietly. “See?” Zara pointed at me, then at him. “She’s telling the truth. You’re just too paranoid to admit it.” His head tilted toward her, slow and deliberate. “Paranoia keeps you alive.”

Let's put it this way: if you look at it with the belief that she has those points of view, the war or the origin of the disease, how to look at it is doubtful, this is the concept caused by the angle of doubt problem. He was a little impatient, "Maybe? I'm not sure, maybe those aren't my hallucinations, they're real messages." Me: "Since when is it like that?" Him: "It would be nice to know, that doesn't happen every day, sometimes it doesn't happen once a month in sight, sometimes it's a couple of things in a row in a week that make me paranoid." Me: "I see, the fact that you never put out the flame thing makes you think this is real."

(Noah’s Pov) I’m not saying I regret hacking that crypto wallet. I’m just saying maybe—maybe—I should’ve waited until I wasn’t two Red Bulls deep and laughing at memes with my socks half off. Because now, I’m paranoid. Like... maybe-the-laptop-is-staring-at-me paranoid. But hey, what’s life without a little self-sabotage? “Yo, tell me again how you're not going to prison?” Pixel mumbles in my headset. Her voice is warped by the ambient hum of my dying PC fan, but still very judgmental.

“And I didn’t want to sound paranoid.” Hadzen’s lips curled into a small, humorless smile. “Sometimes paranoia keeps you alive,” he said. “You should know that by now.” She sat, dark and silent, fidgeting with the cotton ball clutched in one hand, the fiery antiseptic sting barely registering over the fear churning in her chest. “What do you think he wants?” she whispered.