Quotes About Insecure Person Novels & Stories

“Steven!” “Look at you. You're wearing that gigantic, hideous t-shirt because someone's got it into your head that…” “That's not why. It's because I was cold and I didn't want to wear a cardigan…” “Marie. If you're not going to be honest with me, don't lie to yourself.” “You don't know the things we’ve been through! She's my best friend.” “No! She's an insecure person who gets off by dampening your spirit, and you just sit there and let her! You think everything she says is the truth. She's not your friend!”

I said instead. I can't be the only one that always gets the urge to lash out at others when things are not going my way. I just get the urge to lash out and poke at the person's weakness or insecurity. I think at that moment I just need to reassure myself that I wasn't the only one with weakness or problem. It makes me feel better about myself in some weird way. I know it is not a good thing and that is why I always try to caution myself and think twice before saying anything especially when I am in my feelings about some things. And to Natalia, I think her age was her biggest insecurity. They are people who would give anything to be young again but that is just not Natalia. I still don't g

“Does your agent agree? Pretty sure he wants you to keep your eight-pack.” “Few chips won’t make them disappear.” “Are you sure about that? These chips are very addictive, and if you aren’t careful, you might end up looking like me.” I pat my little kangaroo pouch for emphasis. To be perfectly clear, I’m insecure about my body, but I’m an expert at hiding it by joking about my flaws. I can’t explain why, but somehow I feel less embarrassed about my flaws when I point them out. Other people will laugh when you do that, especially girls, and after they have figured out you’re insanely insecure about yourself, they are more likely to be your friend.

Devkin yelled, "you don't stop, you don't know when to stop, you only think about yourself, you think everyone's out to get you" "That's not true, I don't think everyone's out to get me, but I know you have no good intention towards me and I know you're making it your life's work to destroy me". "If you were really each other's mates, why would you feel insecure? Asher is supposed to love you, you're the only thing he should be thinking of and that alone should make you believe that he would never cheat on you, that alone is your assurance but you are still very insecure, bothered about things that you shouldn't be concerned about. Why would that be the case if you're really his mate?"

“The real problem isn’t me, it’s you. You’re scared, aren’t you? Scared someone better might walk into his life and take your place.” Her expression changed. I saw it, the anger fading into hurt. “But here’s the truth,” I said softly. “You can’t protect your relationship forever. Because it’s not someone else who’ll ruin it for you, it’s your own insecurities.” She stood frozen… speechless, like my words had knocked the air out of her. I gave her a small nod. “Good luck with your insecurities.” I turned and walked to the door, feeling her eyes burning into my back. I reached out to open it, ready to leave. But before I could touch the handle… the door opened.

“Relax, darling. We’ll see who wins.” Meanwhile, Ishtiyaq paced his own office, hands running through his hair as he replayed the conversation in his mind. He had been calm at first, but the mention of Timtim’s vulnerability—her sickness, her innocence—had rattled him more than he wanted to admit. He remembered her delicate features, the way her hair had fallen across her feverish face when Sana had mentioned her condition. That single image haunted him, twisting his thoughts.

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.”

I should have known better, however. "I will keep you both safe. You don't have to worry about that." He said reassuringly, and I had no doubts about his ability to keep us safe. "I know that you wouldn't let anything happen to us. It's just that I am worried about you and me." I said, whispering, ashamed of having this conversation. I feel like an insecure child. In a sense, I will always be that insecure child nobody wanted. I feel like I almost trapped him now into a relationship with me. "If it weren't for Winnie, you wouldn't want to be with me."

I just couldn't understand why people took too much alcohol when they couldn't manage themselves in the end? "Pertaining to yourself, Abigail? You know what? Insecure people have a special sensitivity for anything that finally confirms their own low opinion of themselves," I saucily said. With that, her eyes narrowed and glared at me as if she wanted to attack me. "You think I was insecure with you? Dream on, Gav." She made a mocking laugh again that was so irritating in the ears. "I can see you hate me either because you see me as a threat, you hate yourself, or maybe you’re jealous of me? It seems like I have my own style to build your insecurity? You're turning yourself very pathetic, la

“Come, sit. We need to talk.” Those words make my stomach drop to my feet and that little niggle of insecurity cranks up a level. Nothing good ever came of a man telling a woman they needed to talk, and I hesitate. Realising just how badly I will fall apart if Alexi now decides he doesn’t want this anymore. I’m an insecure person, with a lot of self-worth issues, obviously, my mind instantly goes to go to ‘he wants to dump me’.