Quotes About Being Insecure Novels & Stories

I sighed, “Believe what you want to believe, but just know that you’re the one at fault here. Stop trying to push your insecurity toward me.” “Fuck you! Why would I be insecure? I have everything that I want, you bitch. I have a complete family, and the father of my son didn’t leave me. Moreover, my parents are still alive! You’re the one who’s insecure. You must envy me, hmm? Just because I have people who love me for who I am, doesn’t mean that you have the right to accuse me of being insecure. Stop projecting your feelings at me!” I let out a laugh of disbelief. Can you believe this bitch?

In her defense, she was touring around and to my knowledge, she is supposed to be looking for an apartment so she can move out. "I am not insecure. I am not insecure and I am not insecure," I muttered to myself as Jessica's words resurfaced in my head. The day she was traveling with Adrian, those were the words she told me in his absence. She told me I was just too insecure and I talk so confidently. I wasn't and I know that. I just don't like the aura that oozed around her and I am not comfortable with her or maybe the reason I do not like her is because she doesn't like me and she looks down on me.

“Of course. Guys like insecure women. It’s very satisfying making a girl feel better about herself. Much harder to do when the girl’s all confident and comfortable in her own body. Don’t worry, I don’t blame you.” “I don’t care if you blame me, you fucking idiot,” said Jenny, subtly intimating I’d missed the point. “What if someone comes along who doesn’t let you down? What if she can help you when you need her? You’ll go off with her, and no one would blame you.” So much insecurity, such wow.

I gesture around the studio, at him. “For a possibility,” he says quietly. I look up, startled. He’s put it into perfect words. “Yes.” “Security is overrated,” he says, leaning back. “It’s just another word for a life half-lived. My parents—comfortable, suburban—they think this,” he waves a hand at the space, “is insecurity. But to me, security is knowing I get to wake up and do this. Even if ‘this’ sometimes means eating ramen for a week. The insecurity is the price of admission for a real life.”

“What about you?” “What about me?” “If you broke things off with your regulars, they must be upset.” “Oh, they are.” His chicken was tender enough to slice through with just his fork. He didn’t even need a knife. “Way to be humble about it.” He smirked. “You asked a question, and I answered it. Humility doesn’t build empires. It doesn’t earn money. All it shows is insecurity.” “How?” “People are humble because they want to be liked. And if you want to be liked, that means you’re insecure. I’d rather be arrogant than insecure.”

“He shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” Billy exhaled slowly. “It’s okay.” “It wasn’t,” I insisted. “You didn’t deserve that.” He met my eyes. “I understand where it came from.” I frowned slightly. “You do?” “Insecurity,” he said plainly. “It happens when a man feels like he has nothing left to offer his family. When everything he thought defined him disappears.” His words hit closer than I expected. “I’m not saying what he did was right,” Billy continued. “But fear makes people say things they don’t mean.”

It’s barely fully noon yet, and I understand wanting to be drunk, but I never get drunk before noon. Every bit of insecurity I have attacks me and tells me I am sticking out like a sore thumb, but that stronger, crazier voice that represents my subconscious lets out something of a squeal. I tell her to shut up but crazy me just keeps ranting about how everyone notices nothing, and how we could actually make good spies if the situation ever came up.

"You have to face it, no matter how painful it is." "No!" I shout, clutching my ears and trying to block out his words. But his deep, resonant voice cuts through, and I hear every word clearly. "You can't keep running," he says, his tone serious and firm. "Don't let your insecurity overwhelm you, Elvira. You're stronger than you think." I shake my head. I try to deny what he is saying, but deep down I know he is right. As much as I want to deny it, I know it is true.

"It's so embarrassing, I think I'm too corny, I can't stop my mouth ..." I shook my head and kissed his neck while listening to his answer to the interview. She smells so good. "My message would be for all the people who's watching this. I want you to know that .. it's only normal to feel insecure because we're not perfect and there will always be other poeple who are better than us. We can be physically , mentally, emotionally or even financially insecure, but don't let your insecurities eat you up. I know it's easy to be said than done, but trust me, I've been there, too. I've lost myself with that insecurities , too, so I know what I'm saying. So when I said that there's always a beauty i

“Zara told me you were aggressive with everyone today.” He sighed. “I won’t blame her. Now tell me what happened.” I told him everything, what I heard, how it made me feel, how I reacted, and why I doubted. I even told him about my fear of relationships, how I watch my mother’s suffering in her marriage, and how insecurity I felt sometimes. “I know it was wrong to doubt,” I whispered. “I should have asked you. I didn’t mean to, I just felt insecure.” He cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing softly over my skin.