Quotes On Jealousy And Insecurity Novels & Stories

She was worried she wouldn’t be enough for him. She knew he was right. They did have to talk about things, but this was new to her. Her insecurities were something she never thought to have to talk about. She had always been jealous when people had moved through boyfriends like water when she couldn’t really ever catch the eye of one. Though she wanted to stay focused on her schoolwork and her goals, the jealous part of her mind saw people moving through swaths of people and wondered why they couldn’t find one to stay with. She knew people thought she was weird because of her single state. She was smaller than most women, but she had the curves that would often draw the eye of most males. It

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.”

“You’re just giving up?” “I’m tired, Nathan. I’m tired of the jealousy. The mistrust. The constant fighting. Maybe I do still care about him…” Nathan stopped pacing and looked straight at me. “Or maybe it’s just you,” I continued. “Maybe it’s your needless jealousy that’s pushing me away. You’re so obsessed with Enzo that you can’t even see me anymore. You’re so insecure…” “Don’t.” His voice was so low. “You’re the one destroying us with your insecurity. Not him. YOU.”

“I’m an honest man. If I want another woman, I would tell you. But I really don’t—just you.” Tears hit my eyes, and I blinked them away quickly so they would stop. My attempts to ward them off weren’t good enough, and they pierced through my eyes and dripped down my cheeks. “I’m sorry I got jealous.” “It’s okay,” he whispered. “It turns me on when you get jealous.” I wiped my tears away with my fingertips. “I thought insecurity would be ugly.” “Not with you. You could walk into any bar, right now, and pick up a handsome guy. The fact that you’re spending your time worrying about me instead of finding someone better is sexy. You’re needy, possessive, jealous…and I like it.”

Maybe even too much. Heitor let out a bitter laugh. The kind that hurts more than any cry. “That phase is over. It’s unbearable, Alex. She has fits of jealousy almost every day. Last week she made me sleep on the couch because a resident called me a “cute doctor” in the elevator.” I took a long sip. It burned in my throat, but it wasn’t enough to erase the discomfort. “Jealousy is not love,” I murmured. “It’s insecurity disguised as possession.”

"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.

She was everything I wasn't. And me? I was the girl with a blind and dull right eye. People flinched when they looked into it. There was no security camera in that corner, so I took the blame. Even my own mother looked at me with disgust. "Sienna, she's your sister. How could you hate her so much?"

"I'll let him know tonight. He's going to lose his mind." Kianna nodded, a genuine, soft smile finally returning to her face. I watched her resume eating, the cold atmosphere between us melting away by the second. But the guilt in my chest was still a heavy, suffocating anchor. I needed to clear the air entirely. "I felt like a complete idiot," I murmured, my gaze dropping to my plate as the old insecurity crept back into my voice. "The second I saw you standing next to Ramirez that night, my mind just went to the darkest place. I got so incredibly jealous. I guess... I was just terrified of how easily I could be replaced by someone like Nathan Zac Ramirez. He’s wealthy, he’s a household nam

Can’t she understand that? “I’m not! Do you understand? Why would I get back with that asshole knowing that he cheated on me? Or maybe you can’t accept the fact that you are not better than me! He doesn’t want you because you’re a slut! He doesn’t want you because you’re nothing compared to me! You will never be better than me, and that’s what makes you insecure. That’s why you’re mad at me—because you’re jealous that you will never be me,” I told her. She was silent. I didn’t know why those words came out of my mouth. Everyone murmured. She looked at me furiously.

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.