Quotes On Jealousy And Insecurity Novels & Stories

She hesitated then nodded. "I still feel jealousy. It can't be completely eradicated but I know it's not healthy and just comes from a place of fear and insecurity so I set it aside. Desire tainted by possessiveness is selfish and destructive. Desire supported by admiration, love, and trust is a much stronger bond," he said with a smile. They turned to their menus but Ben was quickly lost. He looked at Margaux and she saw his confusion. "Not to worry. I will order you something you will like."

“The whole thing was stupid and unnecessary. You were right, though, with what you said last night.” I cocked my head to the side. “What do you mean?” “The part about me being jealous,” she said. “You were right about that. I am jealous. I guess it bothers me that I can't have what you have and I will never be able to. You're pretty and I'm not. You're skinny and I'm not. As much as it sucks, those attributes go a long way in this world.” My heart reached for her as she spoke. Maddy was usually so confident in how she acted and spoke, that I never even considered the thought that she had insecurities.

She muttered, wrinkling her chin. "It's not stupid. I'm glad you said it out instead of keeping it to yourself." He answered kindly. Alexandra's brows raised in pleasant surprise. "You don't think of me as an insecure woman?" Everyone is insecure about something, and he wouldn't dare to judge her for that. Whenever she loses her rationality, it was his job to be the voice of reason and vice versa. "It's normal to get jealous. But don't let that jealousy get you. OK?"

There was a dull sort of thrumming and aching. "I was scared," I told her, admitting to both Mia and myself. Her gorgeous grey eyes turned to me as I spoke. "I thought that Kyrin… That he was going to do or say something to you, and I acted from fear and jealousy only. I worried that he would have turned you against me." She scoffed, "Do you honestly hold me in so little a regard that you think I could be swayed by–" "No." My answer was immediate and slipped from my tongue before she could even finish her sentence. "The insecurity lies with me. Knowing that there is surely something I had done in my past, anyone would deem me not… not worthy of your trust and… affections."

"I am Italian, I am a Dominant, and I have a flair for the dramatic. Jealousy is a human reflex. It happens when schedules misalign, or when Leo buys her a ridiculously expensive gift that I didn't think of, or when I feel insecure about my own value in the dynamic." The crowd chuckled, the tension completely evaporating into a shared, empathetic warmth. "But jealousy is just a dashboard indicator light," Marco explained, his tone sobering into something profoundly wise. "It’s a check-engine light. It doesn't mean the car is totaled; it just means you need to pull over and look under the hood. When I feel jealous, I don't use it as a weapon against them. I bring it to the table. I say, 'I am

“Now you are calling me insecure, he was touching your legs…” “He wasn’t touching my legs, he was checking my wounds, not my legs if you are sensible enough, you would know that I got hurt during the rogues' attack and my injury is taking so much time to heal and you are here been insensitive, your jealous attitude is driving me crazy and for the longest time, I was thinking of what is building this jealous in you and I thought that it’s all my fault but then I have concluded that it’s your fault, not mine, you are insecure and jealous of alpha Bellini because he is an Alpha and you are just some miserable Beta, that is beneath his feet…” “Stacy…” I called in frustration.

“You have a problem.” “Wala nga . . .” “Kilala kita.” Nakita ko kung paano mangilid ang mga luha niya bago nagbuntonghininga at nagsalita. “I’m just jealous and insecure, okay? I’m trying not to, but I can’t. I couldn’t compete with the elegance, grace, and beauty she holds. I’m just afraid. I’m trying so hard not to feel these things, but I can’t . . . especially that I know what you had in the past.”

Listen to me. Jealous of a thirteen-year-old. That’s a new low for me, and I’ve been forced to face many things I don’t like about myself recently. Apparently I’m a jealous, possessive, insecure woman who can’t be happy for the people I love most without thinking But what about me? My therapist scoffed when I told her that. Telling me I was afflicted with being human, I should get over myself. My phone lights up. Taylor. how's the brooding billionaire. tell him the crisis look suits him.

How come I suddenly feel bad about myself because of this editor-in-chief who probably have already received countless compliments from many people adoring her. I must admit that we are poles apart and I could be losing to her those two guys who are adoring me. The tables have turned and now I have to make some moves. Yes, I am insecure and jealous and perhaps not making sense. I just realized that I’m dispensable. I can be replaced easily because there are others out there who are far better than me. “I saw the pictures. Everything is great. Call me,” I said in my message to Bobby.

“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.”