Quotes For Being Insecure Novels & Stories

“But when desire turns into desperation, it clouds judgment.” “I’m not desperate.” “You came here demanding a date for your ceremony.” “I was asking for clarity.” “You were demanding assurance,” he corrected. I stayed silent. He continued, “Leadership is earned, Jake. It is not rushed because of insecurity.” “I’m not insecure,” I said quickly. He gave me a look that made me feel like a child. “If you were secure,” he said calmly, “you wouldn’t be reacting to every whisper.” I felt my chest tighten. “People are doubting me openly.”

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 quirked my eyebrows as I slapped her hand. "Let’s be honest here, you’re just saying that because you feel insecure about your life so you inflict emotional pain on others for your own, miserable, lonely, pleasure." I mocked her, I shouldn't let her mess with my mind while I was already insecure. I told myself that I looked good, but if someone said harsh words, they will break me into pieces. No one can get it back, not even themselves. Not even me.

He encouraged, giving her knuckles soft kisses. "Thank you, I really needed that. I didn't know you are a motivational speaker, Cherub. How cool, a Poet and Motivational speaker." She grinned through her tears bringing a chuckle from his lips. "In this epoch, no one tries to help one another. We get vulnerable when we can't embrace our flaws and we let people taunt us for it. We are weak and insecure. We are human, it is inevitable that we feel insecure at times. Don't struggle alone, take in deep breath and let out everything. Bottling them up won't do you any good, let it out even if it is to the moon at night. Some people find it hard to confide in people and rather bottle it up. Don't do

I remained silent since her words were making sense now, or It was just me who began to make sense of whatever she was trying to convey. " Just give it a try, who knows this one Date could change something in you....or something about you that stays away from the brighter side of life....." she said, reaching out for my hands. " But what if it didn't work and ruined everything I've? " I asked with seriousness, handling my insecurities is one big job I got. Whenever I try to be positive and think about moving on, something from the past ruins the positivity I have and leaves me in insecurities that I could never get over.

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

"Of course I am too possessive of people who I consider are mine. So don't even think of changing." ....... [Jacqueline's POV] I know how it feels to never be good enough for someone. How it feels when the people we love don't love us back. Or how it feels when they don't even recognize us. why wouldn't I know? I am A girl who fights her insecurities every day. Who knew better than me, possession is nothing but a feeling of insecurity we develop to deal with our extrinsic circumstances. To fake our insecurities in a wrapped-up great word. But who am I to give someone fake hope.

“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.

"I can't help it." "No, you can. You can, Hazel. Don't put probabilities in front of everything. Maybe he loves me. No, Hazel. I do love you. Maybe he won't accept me. No, Hazel. I will accept you. Maybe I am not enough. No, Hazel. You are enough. You are stronger than you think son stop doing this to yourself. At least for me. I know I will always be here to reassure you, but... I really hope you will shun your insecurities for once. For me."

Why are you so insecure? "I can't help it. I just love you and I'm scared that one day you will leave me for him." "I never thought you would be the one to do this mischievous act. I'm disappointed in you. I made a mistake in moving here in the first place. I'll have to go back, I can't bear to look at your face for another second. Tomorrow, I would get my things out of here." "Venessa, where are you going?" "Stay away from me, don't come close to me. Deal with your insecurity first before you approach me." I said and walked out of him.