Quotes Insecurities Novels & Stories

The amber liquid spilled onto the papers, bleeding through ink, and still, he didn’t care. "What if she really leaves… what if she already hates me?" The thought gnawed at him. It was unacceptable, unbearable. The room suddenly felt too small, the air too heavy. He stood, pacing the floor like a caged animal, dragging a hand through his hair, his jaw tight with fury and fear. "No… she can’t. She belongs here. She belongs to me." But Ishtiyaq’s words wouldn’t leave him alone. They clung to him like a curse.

Emphasis on the 'her'. But everything that has happened, the pain, sorrow, deaths, anger and all, has made her who she is today, fearless but... (Insecure) she doesn't have a heart anymore because everything that has happened to her has killed it and her conscience performed the ritual of burying her heart. She loves no one, all she can feel is pity, hatred and anger for her life, and anytime she thinks about it, shadows haunt her, she's into herself and I bet you, she lets no ONE in...

I wondered when he got closer to me. "Zella, I like you but I'm also your friend. I've wanted to leave that house for a long time because I'm already hurt by their insult to my appearance. So I'll come with you, Zella." he said sadly. I understand how Anjo feels. I was also insulted. We didn’t have the same reason, but it was both painful. So, I never stopped him. Insults are the last resort of insecure people with a crumbling position, trying to appear confident.

“I’m not trying to make you doubt your relationship. I’m just trying to make you see the truth. It’s okay to have insecurities, Selena. It’s only natural.” “But I don’t have insecurities issues!” My anger rising. “I’m just trying to protect my relationship.” “From who….?” she leaned closer to me folding her hands behind her. “Me?” I wanted to say something to respond to what she just said, but I couldn’t find the words. She had hit a nerve, and I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t want to believe that I was being insecure, bu her words were making me doubt myself. I took a deep breath trying to control my thoughts.

> “You really believe I*******m over me? Have you lost your mind?” > And for a while, I let myself believe him. Because he wasn’t always wrong about me. I did overthink sometimes. I did fear losing people. I did struggle with trusting my own worth. He didn't invent those insecurities; he simply memorized them and used those existing truths against me as the perfect, personalized weapon. But then the messages started. Girls I didn’t know reached out, appearing in my inbox like anonymous messengers of doom, bypassing his security. Some were messy and angry, some were gentle and confused.

"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.

I gave him one stern look and he was caught off guard by my words. I exhaled and my features softened. "I just wanna say that... no one is ever fully confident. There are insecurities crawling in each one of us. Like. Literally. Each. One. Of. Us. Take the celebrities for an instance which also includes you. They're either scared of what they wear or what they look like or do their shoes match their outfits? What if the cameras are panned toward them and they don't have an acceptable face, people end up memeing about it. A normal person is insecure because he cannot match the other person's standards and so on. You're not an exception. We're all bathed in one or the other insecurities. The o

“That’s all true.” Thea smiled and kissed me. “Everyone has insecurities, darling,” I said when she propped her chin on my chest. “Of course I wouldn’t love you less. It makes me feel closer to you when you share them with me. It’s intimate. I love being the person you can show this side to.” “You have insecurities?”

“It doesn’t suit you. It’s making you look like a kid. But at the same time, a teenager that has innumerable insecurities about herself.” Shitty hell? Innumerable insecurities? I don’t even have one. “How dare you even say that word to me? Even just a single one, I don’t have that. I’m not the type of person that gains insecurities, Mr. Tryst. It seems to me that you’re too blind to see that.”

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.”