Novel & Cerita Quotes For Being Insecure

“So they’d think I was perfect. But I’ve always been wound too tight, afraid of my own shadow. Crippled by my insecurities.” “What do you have to be insecure about?” I ask dubiously. “You’re amazing, Brooke. You’re gorgeous, you’re the smartest person I know…” “That comment I made yesterday, it came from a place of insecurity,” Brooke interrupts, shaking her head. “About the girls you’ve been with.” I press my lips into a tight line. I wish I could take it all back- every single one of those nameless, faceless she-wolves that I fucked before Brooke.

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.”

The mist swirled around my feet. "My truth," I said, and my voice came out rougher than I intended. "I am insecure. I have always been insecure. I fear that if I do not solve this issue about the virus, I will be seen as useless. My family has always measured my worth by my intelligence, by my achievements, by what I can produce. If I fail at this, I will have nothing. I do not want to lower the expectations they have for me. I do not want to be a failure."

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.

she questioned, seemingly disregarding my assurance. Without replying, I gently drew her closer to the bed, grasping both of her hands. "Let me go!" she cried out, tears welling up in her eyes. Her reaction indicated that this topic had been a source of deep insecurity for her, and my casual jest had inadvertently exacerbated her distress. As I observed her reaction, the thought crossed my mind: 'Men often unknowingly sabotage themselves with their words.' Despite this realization, I chuckled softly. "Why are you being so defensive? Aren't we already engaged?" I murmured, planting a gentle kiss on her lips.

,Nikhil says softly. I press my lips thin. I'm scared you'll leave me again. I hate feeling insecure. "It's just..." How can I articulate my thoughts without sounding clingy, desperate? Nikhil nods,gives me a smile. I shake my head,"Nothing." We've just started talking. There's no point in bringing silly insecurities when we're on the verge of patching up. Nikhil studies my face,his own dropping,"You know I don't love you any less just because we haven't spoken in a while,right?"

I said, with a disdainful shrug. "Why is this under your skin so much?” I held my stomach with one arm and my elbow in my hand, touching my face then I said, "It's just weird that nobody will talk about your life, not even you." After that last sentence left my mouth, his eyes snapped to me. He squinted his eyes listening to me. Elaborating, I said, "You know most everything about me, but I don't know your past. It makes me feel very insecure." I averted my eyes momentarily, fearing he’d see too deeply inside.

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.

Like she had no idea what to actually say or maybe how to put what she has to say. She shrugged, "I'm insecure.... and I love you so much, but I have this weird thing I can't explain... I'm scared if I stand up for someone they'll see how much they mean to me and take advantage of that.. like walk over me the way Simone did..." Oh that fucken got under my nerve, without even thinking, I shot at her, "I am not Simone... and what's the use of treating me like I'll screw up the way your ex did if you'll fuck her anyways..."

I asked him. He blinked at me. I think he needed to absorb it. Then he smirked. “Then I would be the one to stay away from that person,” he replied as if it is as easy as that. He looked at me. “You can’t really live with insecurities in your heart, Ashanti. Sometimes, you have to have faith in yourself,” he told me. I sighed. “What if you feel really small compared to that person?” I asked. He gave me a look. This time, he looked a bit disappointed and frustrated.