Quotes For Being Insecure Novels & Stories

“I know what you’re going to say and believe me… I’m trying! He’s just this big wave of sexiness and confidence while I’m out here paddling and trying to keep my head above water.” What is it with me and nautical quotes today? “Christian is a good man, and he wouldn’t hurt me. I just wonder how long it will take for my insecurities to push him away.” Man, this self-pity drivel is getting the best of me today. Shaking my head, I force a smile on my face and tell her all about the gifts and the phone calls and chats with him so she doesn’t subconsciously worry about me. She likes Christian and she never just liked the guys I tried to date.

My great enemy, insecurity, was reminding me that I would never be enough for anyone. -You're beautiful. I don't know how you don't have a boyfriend- G's reflection aloud made me lookup. What?- I don't know who has put all the nonsense that you're not in your head, but I promise you, you're beautiful- He pressed my nose, smiling at me.

“And I feel like I’m pretending.” He leaned back slightly. “Insecurity is honest,” he said. “But it is not always accurate.” “It feels accurate.” “That’s because you’re comparing your past to someone else’s present.” His voice was calm. Not dismissive. “I don’t know the rules here,” I admitted. “You will.” “And if I embarrass you?” His expression shifted slightly at that. “You are not a liability.” “I don’t want to be your project.” His jaw tightened just slightly. “You are not.”

“You know, all this while I thought you didn’t want us to come out because you were worried about me and how people would treat me if I came out as bi. Now I know it’s because of you and your insecurities and it has nothing to do with me.” In that moment, I felt like Blake had slapped me in front of a crowd. I hated that I was the only one crying in this conversation. I hated that I could feel the magnitude of his words to the extent that breathing became hard. I hated that he was right about what he said. I was insecure. I spent my days wondering when Blake was going to realize I wasn’t all that and leave me and spent my nights dreaming of him abandoning me for some girl. I knew I was insec

“I mеаn in a good wау. I needed to hear thеm, уоur rеаѕѕurіng wоrdѕ hеlр to keep thе іnѕесurіtіеѕ at bay.” Hіѕ еуеѕ filled wіth concern. “Whаt insecurities dо уоu hаvе?” Hіѕ hаndѕ wrapped аrоund mine, drаwіng mе in ѕо wе wеrе bаrеlу іnсhеѕ араrt.

"Yesterday was a one time thing. It will never happen again." James frowned at me, but nodded. "Daisy," he said. "Do you want to know what I've figured out by just talking to you?" "Not really." "I'm going to tell you anyway." "Then go ahead," I muttered and rolled my eyes. "I think you're a very insecure person," James stated. "But you cover it up with a tough exterior." "Insecure? I think you might need to brush up on your psych skills. I am very confident in myself thank you very much."

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."

She stopped, searching for the word. "That was true," he said. "I don't want you available. I want you—" He stopped, the honesty becoming difficult. "I want you to choose me. Every day. Publicly. Not because I need you to need me. Because I need to know you're choosing." "That's not love. That's insecurity." "It's both." He said it flatly, the admission that cost him. "I'm insecure. I want guarantees. I want—" He laughed, breathless, recognizing himself in the analysis she'd taught him. "I want what Dante wants. Assurance. Proof. The architecture of need."

, she said after a long pause. I pressed my lips and took a while to respond. "Do you remember our conversation on the terrace that night? Our first conversation on the terrace", I said. "I— I do", she mumbled. "Do you remember what you said? An adult should have the ability to get fixed. That's how life works. We can't depend on others. Because then we start depending on the person who fixed us, we start being protective and possessive for them, we start being insecure that we may lose them too. Then– We become toxic as hell. We kill ourselves in insecurity and kill them with our toxicity. Our insecurity frustrates them and makes them walk away from us. Then– we are again shattered"

“Of course you don’t. You’ve never had to fight for anything. If you wanted to head a department tomorrow, you would. Just because you don’t get it doesn’t mean it’s not important.” The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I’d gone too far. She looked at me like I’d slapped her. Eyes glassy. Hurt. For a moment, we just stared at each other. “You know, Alexander,” her voice turned sharp. “I just realized how insecure you are.” Insecure. That’s all she saw. “Alex?” It wasn’t her voice. The apartment disappeared. The mirror. The cheap suit. The version of me trying so hard to be enough.