Quotes On Self Sabotage Novels & Stories

"Choosing someone like him is no different from selling yourself." Zander's freezing gaze swept over the glaring hickeys on the side of her neck. A mocking sneer tugged at the corner of his lips as his words dropped with cruel lightness. "Looking at how you're so willing to degrade yourself now, you're really no different from your selfish mother." Sabrina thought she had already been hurt to the absolute limit—that she should be completely bulletproof by now. But as long as she still had breath in her lungs, the pain still hurt just as much.

Recognition. As though she had expected exactly that response. “Self-sabotage doesn’t always look dramatic,” she said carefully. I laughed. “I’m not sabotaging myself.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” The certainty sounded weaker this time. Unfortunately she noticed that too. For several seconds neither of us spoke while uncomfortable silence filled the room and forced me to sit with thoughts I preferred avoiding, because somewhere beneath the irritation and defensiveness existed a possibility I refused to acknowledge openly. What if I really was making things harder?

“Stop it. You were sabotaged. Period. But even if you had tripped over your own brilliance, that doesn’t make you a failure. It makes you human. A brilliant, pregnant human who is going to rise from the ashes like a sarcastic phoenix in Dior pumps.” That’s when it hits me. She's right. Of course she’s right. She’s always right, damn her. “You’re incredible, Abby. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He reveals. The revelation makes everything make a whole lot more sense actually. “I know you want me to just let you handle things on your own most times, but you have to trust me when I say no too.” He has a point, jumping forward into countless situations just to distract myself from all my worries isn’t going to do me any good. If anything, I’m self-sabotaging I sigh, giving into his request. “Fine, I won’t fight him.” “Thank you.” He responds calmer.

She adds, and my eyes widen. “Of course I do.” I retort, but she doesn’t let me keep talking. “Then stop running. Face your fears. Face them. You don’t want to lose them, do you? You finally have a chance to be happy. You finally get to breathe again. Why are you addicted to self-sabotage?” She scolds further and I blink as I look away from her. There’s silence for a few seconds and then she speaks. “Turn around.” She orders again, and this time I obey.

“I was doing the same thing you were. But I was way dumber about it.” “Trying to make distance.” “I love him so much that sometimes I think my heart will burst. It was too much. I knew if he ever left me, I’d die.” “So why cheat?” “Self-sabotage, I guess. It was one of my exes. The guy was nowhere near as hot as Allen. I thought I might feel something with him and prove that Allen didn’t already have all of me.” “That sounds crazy.” “I know.” She tugged at a bit of thread drooping from her steering wheel cover. “It was.”

In that instance, his heart thumped as he remained quiet, he just remained silent. "I'm sorry-" I whispered as i pulled away. NOW “Self sabotage” I said to him as we recollected that memory, together. And he nodded. “Thank God i never left” He whispered. “Thank God i stayed to prove that i can love you” “You know i’m not taking that one back. Because i remind you everyday the exact same words to lower your expectations” I whispered. “My expectations” He echoed loudly from across the room. “My expectations were to love you unconditionally till my dying breath and i vowed that to you. Not to your dying breath but to mine” He swung his hands lazily in the air. “And i remember what happened afte

she said, storming off. My sister stared at me with that pitiful expression I despised so much. “Don’t even start!” I snapped at her. I marched into the bathroom to wash my fists. Giselle followed me. “Why are you doing this to yourself? Is there a particular reason you keep self-sabotaging?” “Oh, I don’t know, Giselle. Maybe it’s because I watched mom burn to death in a car accident when I was thirteen?” Giselle took a sharp breath. “Are you ever planning on moving on from that? Do you think that you could ever possibly get over that? Mom wouldn’t want you sabotaging yourself the way you do?”

Xander looks at me and says, “Dude, you know I love you , but that was seriously fucked up. Monroe did not deserve that shit.” “I really fucked up didn’t I?” I say and look at Xander. “Yeah you did.” “What are the chances I can un-fuck this?” “Honestly? Not great.” Why the fuck did I even say all those things? I can’t believe I let Ben get in my head. I know better than to believe anything that fucker says. Why do I feel the need to sabotage everything good in my life? God I’m such a fucking idiot! Too bad I didn’t have this revelation 30 minutes ago.

Above any human race. But remember. Enjoy your work. Your team effort, if any. Celebrate every moment of sport. Each attempt is a victory that unfolds. Each attempt is a victory that unfolds. Amen. Come now gain. Come now refrain from pain. Do not insult self. Self hears. Your negativity said to the self or the other who insults. Lowers your worth. Shortens your life. Any insult. So walk safe. Talk to safe. You grow safe. You grow that’s safe. That’s your life place. Amen.