Quotes On Jealousy And Insecurity Novels & Stories

My wolf, who’s been purring in satisfaction ever since Kieran let me keep my hand on his back, rears up with a low, vicious snarl that echoes in my skull. No. Ours. He is OURS. He screamed my name. He came apart in my mouth. He belongs to ME. That one is a threat. Remove him. The jealousy is instant, visceral, and it’s a taste I’ve never known. It’s bitter as bile. It’s a poison. I’m not just angry, I’m feeling insecure. The feeling is so alien I almost choke on it. Me. Alexei Basov. Insecure. Kieran’s laugh, a soft, genuine sound, cuts through my haze. "You haven't changed a bit, Eli. Still casing the room for valuables?"

I knew that I had a lot to be thankful for, but sometimes my jealousy and insecurity gets the best of me. Finally, I fell asleep, my mind still restless and uneasy. I knew that I had to work on my jealousy and learn to trust Alvin, no matter what but how?. It’s not that easy. I hoped that I can find a way to overcome my negative emotions and be a better partner to Alvin. The next day, I woke up feeling determined to work on myself. Believing that I can’t keep letting my jealousy and insecurity control my life. I decided to talk to Alvin and tell him how I was feeling.

he answered. That was something. I wanted to ask what he meant but I couldn’t, so I stayed silent. Silence settled between us until he spoke. “Got anything to tell me, never can tell I could be of help,” he muttered. “ I should be asking you that,” I muttered. “After what you pulled up earlier today, smelled like jealousy to me.” He exhaled through his nose, then laughed. “Jealousy is inefficient. Useless. You get jealous only when you trust, and then it becomes a problem.”

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

“You’re scared of not mattering, not belonging. The room went silent, even the house seemed to stop breathing and my hands curl into fists. “You think I'm jealous of you?” “I think you’re jealous of a future you can’t control,” she replied, voice steady now. too steady. “You think the higher I rise, the further I'll get from you.” I step closer. “Are you?” But she didn’t back away, didn’t answer and somehow, that destroyed me more than a fight ever could have. I felt every insecurity I'd buried clawed its way back to the surface. Every mistake, every failure, every time I’d let her down, hurt her, doubted her.

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”

“I want to get Faye's custody because I know once you found about this... you could take her away from me. And you know about my opinion of your upbringing of Faye. No matter how you tried to show it... no matter how competent and self-confident you act...” He shook his head and then softly said. “I can't be wrong. You're nothing but a beautiful woman with money and a cunning mind. But truthfully you're insecure and you strive to surpass your mother in all aspect. You're jealous of her just as thirsty you're for Sarah's affection. Sandra, a true self-confident and competent person is incapable of jealousy in everything. Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity.”

"You talk about it. 'I felt jealous when you talked to that guy. I know that's my issue, not yours. I'm working on it.' You acknowledge the feeling without making it her problem to fix. You own your emotions." "That seems hard." "It is. But that's what adults do. We feel things. We acknowledge them. We handle them without punishing others for our feelings. That's maturity." Elara adds, "Also, jealousy often comes from insecurity. If you're confident in yourself and your relationship, jealousy decreases. Work on being secure. Being someone worth choosing. Then trust that she'll choose you." "And if she doesn't? If she chooses someone else?" "Then you let her go. With dignity. Without drama. W

“Don’t play games with me. The guards are looking for an intruder. Seen near my wing.” I barked a short, humorless laugh, the sound startling her. “And you automatically think it’s me? Gods, Jessica, your insecurity is pathological. Not everything is about you. Maybe a raccoon tripped a sensor. Or maybe one of your father’s countless enemies is finally paying a visit.” I took a step closer, lowering my voice to a venomous whisper. “Or maybe you’re just so paranoid about people discovering your secrets that you’re seeing spies in the shadows. How’s that working out for you?”

“I was scared shitless about how crazy I was about you, but I remember still thinking that it was the happiest moment of my life, as crazy as it seemed at that time.” “Funny how quickly you ruined that happiness, isn't it?” Despite her bitter question, the struggle had begun to leave her body, but he couldn't trust it enough to let her wrists go. “Yes, you're right.” He acknowledged, knowing that any attempt to justify himself would only send them back to square one. “I was an idiot. I feared that because you'd been with a lot more people than I had...that you'd find me lacking in some way and you would get tired of me very quickly. I shouldn't trusted in what you felt for me. Instead, I let