Novel & Cerita Quotes About Insecurities And Jealousy

I finally spoke, making a slight jab at Maureen “Oh, that. Maureen is quite protective of me. She likes to show people we are together. And jealousy is her thing. I would not blame her anyway. Who would not be so when you are engaged to me?” Again, I waited some seconds to reply “Weakness causes jealousy. Insecurity is the fault of the man. Don’t you agree?” I said to go He was visibly confused but instead of explaining what I truly meant, I said, “You can tell her to stop doing that. You two are engaged. Trust is important”

“What dangers are you talking about? I thought you said the person that stabbed me fled.” “Yes, I said that, but for caution's sake, we've sent men to man your door in case they return.” “Man, my door? They can't be that dangerous; they are people I know and simply acted out of jealousy. Oh shit, I just let out that I knew who they were. “Oh, now you're opening up, but there's something you need to know about jealousy: it drains the blood, and until it convinces itself there's nothing to be jealous of, it gets rid of all that's in its way; it's like cancer.”

He knew the words that were at the tip of his tongue would damage her but he wanted a way to release what he’d been bottling up. “You’re not special. You’re just my second choice. If I had a better chance of getting out of marriage, you wouldn’t be here,” he said eyeing her up and down, “Why did she have to choose a virgin that acts like a hoe?” he asked himself out loud still eyeing her up and down. “How can this be wife material?” he said pushing her out of his way. Those words sunk threw her, they hurt. What did he know about her? How could he tell if she special or not? How could he call her a hoe? Did he even know the definition of a hoe?

But beneath that jealousy lay a deeper fear—was he losing Charlie? The thought haunted him, as much as he wanted to deny it, when doubts and memories emerged unbidden. Previous betrayals had left their scars, and those wounds now whispered fears with possible history repeating itself. The shadow of losing the one he loved most cast a long, unsettling shadow that held a tighter grip on his heart than he cared to admit. Of course, he was still human. He could not claim to be perfect, as insecurities still ran deep through his veins. He had tried to control it, hiding it within himself, afraid that it would be seen as a weakness.

Flashback: "And if we don't trust each other, what's the point of us going through with this? I don't want to be with a man who can literally kill another person out of a fit of jealousy, and I assure you that you don't want to be with a woman who doesn't trust you either." "You're wrong, because no matter how many jealous scenes you make me, I find it impossible to be without you. And even if you don't want to be with someone like me, you find it impossible to be without me."

Flashback: "And if we don't trust each other, what's the point of us going through with this? I don't want to be with a man who can literally kill another person out of a fit of jealousy, and I assure you that you don't want to be with a woman who doesn't trust you either." "You're wrong, because no matter how many jealous scenes you make me, I find it impossible to be without you. And even if you don't want to be with someone like me, you find it impossible to be without me."

“Who said I was jealous?” “Oh, I don’t know,” I said innocently. “Maybe the fact that you interrogated me like I committed corporate treason for having dinner with someone who—gasp—has a rival company.” He smirked. “I’d interrogate you over bad taste. That’s not rivalry. That’s a crisis.” I looked at him, flat and unamused. “You do realize you’re being borderline insane?” “I prefer the term thoroughly suspicious.” “Right. And I prefer the term professionally exhausted.”

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."

My words were softer, more like a whisper, “We think we’re not like normal people?” “Maybe…” She answered softly, “And we know we don’t have the luxury to take things for granted, maybe that’s what got you so possessive and afraid. So I think when that insecurity of yours is sealed away, you’ll be fine.” “But I still did something so ugly, just because I was afraid…” I answered, “And I don’t know if my possessiveness is going to go away.”

“Which also makes it so hard to believe any of this is real.” “Please tell me you’re not one of those girls who has a ton of insecurities about her looks, even though she is truly beautiful inside and out, and is going to sabotage her relationship at any chance she gets, starting with assuming he’s sleeping with every smoking hot woman he comes into contact with,” Jules groaned. Well, I had been planning on it… “That was very specific,” I pointed out. “Don’t change the subject,” he chastised. “Tell me you’re strong enough to know your worth.”