Paranoia Quotes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

" But I am not making any pledges until I've something solid. These pitfalls are so vague, it's like they are trying to make us crazy." Lorne snarled," Paranoia's an affordable price to pay when you are dealing with adversaries who hide in the murk. More safe than sorry, that is my aphorism." Flora soughed, her voice laced with fatigue." I wish we could suppose that the worst is once, that the storm has passed. But with every new communication and every new creaking noise, I catch myself allowing that creeping fear that we are being chained. Not only by the outlanders, but by our own fears.".

Thousands of people jostled for space at one stall or another to buy the tiny souvenir scarabs that are the symbol of Egypt. The crowd of people made it a little difficult for the tired old man to move forward, but it was also a great cover to stay unnoticed. He did not feel safe. An inexplicable bad feeling had been plaguing him from the moment he left the bank and caused him to keep looking over his shoulder, expecting every now and then to see strange types walking toward him. But he didn‘t. Looking around, he failed to see the young guy in front of him and turned too late to avoid a painful head-on collision. The old man‘s heart nearly leapt out of his chest, but he quickly calmed down a

Cross said in a calm, professional voice, “this will be much easier if you don’t fight . The medicine will help with the paranoia you’ve been feeling.” Sophia pressed herself against the window, feeling the cold glass on her back. The city lights sparkled far below—so close and yet so out of reach. People down there were living their lives, free and unaware of what was happening up here. “I’m not paranoid,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady even though her heart was racing. “I know exactly what you’re doing.” Jessica let out a small sigh, tilting her head like she pitied her. “The sad part is, you actually believe that Richard and I would hurt you.”

They had their guns drawn as they looked around cautiously. I swallowed, pressing myself even further into the wall. I clasped my hands over my mouth to prevent my breathing from getting any louder. “Your paranoia is getting out of hand,” the first man said, dropping his hands. “Shut the fuck up!” the second barked. “Could you stop telling me that? You’re not my boss just because we got paired together.” “If we fuck up this job, you’ll bear the fall. I won’t die because of your stupidity.”

I rest my full weight onto him, unable to feel my legs. “What happened? How strong was that drink?” I slur my words, shaking my head. “they were really strong. Even I feel a little something,” Jack comments. “come on, they gave me a complementary room here. Let's go sleep it off, yeah?” “Yeah…” I nod my head. My entire body feels like jelly. Paranoia slips inside the back of my mind, logan's words from earlier's echoing in the depths of my mind. I don't trust any of the men in your life, he said, all of them have screwed you over.

The ordinary world, doing ordinary things, completely unaware. "You weren't well, Lana," he said. His voice had that particular gentleness to it — the kind that was supposed to feel like care and worked like a hand pushing you slowly backward. "You were seeing threats that weren't there." I held his eyes without moving. "Then why did I leave instructions?" Something shifted behind his expression. "Why did I tell someone to come for me if things felt wrong? Why did I plan it out, step by step, while I still could?" I kept my voice even. "Paranoia doesn't do that. Paranoia freezes. I planned."

he stated in reply, placing his hand by the wall and leaned on it casually with his arm extended. Crystal then crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one leg, a look of disapproval evident. “Pardon? To me, that looks like a serious case of paranoia. I suggest you have it checked with a good doctor, a psychiatrist rather. I know how ‘concern’ looks like and yours is a serious case of paranoia, I tell you that.” she replied to his statement, a look stating ‘I don’t give a damn’ was evident in her features.

“I know something bad is going to happen. I know it. Just skip this one. Make an excuse.” “I do not make excuses. I made an oath to my country. Skipping is not an option.” “Just do it this time.” He shakes his head. “You’re exhausted,” he says gently. “Everything feels like a threat right now.” “No. Don’t talk to me like that.” I grab his wrist. “I am not confused. I’m not panicking. I’m telling you something real. If you go, you won’t come back.” He stares at me. His voice drops. “Stop being paranoid.”

"Your obsession with finding out if Azazel's words are true is making you paranoid. For all you know, this Demon might just be messing with your head and trying to create a wedge between you and Sylvain–" My eyes twitched as I snapped at Elizabeth. "Gods dammit! I'm not being paranoid, Elizabeth." She jolted in surprise, a hurt expression appearing on her face. But my big mouth didn't end there. "I expected you to be supportive of me but you think I'm 'paranoid'. Of course, you wouldn't understand; none of you ever will." Elizabeth's eyes became watery with so many emotions as she opened her mouth in stunned silence.