Quotes About Being Insecure Novels & Stories

Josh and Jack may not say it, but I know they do think about it and I just want it cleared up. But that would not happen if I get fired from my job now, will it? "You are right," he begins to say. "I may never have experienced poverty, but I sure have experienced insecurity and I bet it's worse than poverty." "I'd pick insecurity over poverty any day, I'd bet I'd survive," I tell him without a second thought. To that, he smirks. "Have your life ever been in danger before?" He asks, his brow raising. It has, a few times with Jason.

" He asked and I nodded and burst into tears. " Tell me what doubts you have. Why are you so upset?? " He asked with so much love. " I am sorry, Kevin... But I am getting very insecure. " I said. " Insecure?? Why? Tell me, please. We need to talk about it. " " You loved Simmi... What if... " I could not complete the sentence.

“Is that what you think? That I see that when I serve them? First of all, Jackie, if flirting didn’t bring in more tips or help with more sales, I wouldn’t do it. Second of all, I don’t see those women, not one of them. I have the sexiest woman fucking me in a room right above the bar and that is the hottest shit to me. “Third of all, as lame as this may sound because I never would have said this, I am happy fucking only you. I don’t know where this streak of being insecure came from but I don’t like it. You almost sound...,” he paused and she lifted a brow, close to tears. “I sound like what, what else can you hurl at me right now to make me feel more like shit, huh?”

I bite down the burning knot of agony in my throat, fighting down the words trying to come out of my mouth. “He’s a man, Emma … He’s human and not perfect. God, you’ve told me how many times before how imperfect your Boss was? He’s still the same guy; except now you love him. We all have insecurities, and we all jump to conclusions and make stupid mistakes, even him.” She hands me the box of tissues from the side. No one knows more than me that we’re capable of irrationality when insecurity raises its head. I am the queen of insecurity and jealousy.

he commanded. His voice was firm, unyielding, and creating no room for argument. “You walk around carrying words that were never yours to begin with—doubt, shame, insecurity. Do you think any of that makes you stronger? Do you think any of that defines you?” He stepped closer to me, his gaze locking onto mine. “No, Icelyn. It doesn’t. Instead it weakens you, makes you vulnerable, and pulls the rug from under your feet.” He drew closer, our eyes locked eyeball to eyeball.

But Ian exploited fears I didn't know I had. _*]:min-w-0"> "Then you need to work on those fears. Therapy, meditation, whatever it takes to get to a place where your insecurities don't make you violent." I took a breath. "Because I love you, Otto. I really do. But I can't be in a relationship where I'm constantly afraid you'll believe the next person who tells you I'm cheating." _*]:min-w-0"> "So what are you saying?" _*]:min-w-0">

Like, what the hell is that? Is that how a crazy person behaves for the sake of a man? She was not only the daughter of a whore, but she was also an authentic gold-digger. I hoped she could find enlightenment, but there was also a chance that karma will catch up to her. I responded to her snide remark. If I remain silent, she'll think she's right. She looks pitiful, and she might remain clueless forever. "First and foremost, I am not seducing anybody here. Maybe you are, because that's your plan, and now that the limelight isn't on you, maybe you're hurt by your own insecurities. Honey, seek help; insecurity is as dangerous as crab mentality."

“And I feel like I’m pretending.” He leaned back slightly. “Insecurity is honest,” he said. “But it is not always accurate.” “It feels accurate.” “That’s because you’re comparing your past to someone else’s present.” His voice was calm. Not dismissive. “I don’t know the rules here,” I admitted. “You will.” “And if I embarrass you?” His expression shifted slightly at that. “You are not a liability.” “I don’t want to be your project.” His jaw tightened just slightly. “You are not.”

I can tell that he thinks that I'm on the verge of a panic attack, and that very well may be true. I nod my head in response to his statement. Xavier brings a finger, and places it under my chin, gently raising my head. "Hey, look at me." He calmly says to me. Instinctively, I turn my gaze to him. "What's running in that amazing mind of yours?" He says, attempting to make me laugh. "I don't know. I guess I'm just having a hard time fighting my insecurities." I say. "What are you insecure about?" He asks in his soothing voice.

He was ready to go off on me, I knew it. "You're insecure. When people like River and Preslie say things to you, they get to you. You don't like the fact that Preslie is so quirky because you don't care about anything and she does. You're stone-cold and the fact that she's always so happy bothers you. You've made mistakes that practically haunt you. You don't open up because you're afraid of getting hurt but also because you're afraid to see the real you - the you that isn't always dropping metaphors. Oh, and speaking of your stupid, witty metaphors -- you use them all the time because you're weak and have no defence and they're your only shield. You're also lonely and you hate it but you ca