Quotes On Self Sabotage Novels & Stories

“Disappointed because you did almost something you didn’t want to or because you knew, deep down, that you’ve been wanting it more than pretty much anything else?” “Both, I guess.” I shrug, my gaze drifting to the grain of the wood on the coffee table. “I don’t know, it’s just… It failed the first time. Why let it fail again via a natural course when I can just ruin it all myself from the get-go, right?” Leah’s laughter is soft. “Abby, you can’t just self-destruct every time you’re worried you might get hurt.” I let out my own wry chuckle. “Why not? It feels safer this way.”

“I guess... I haven’t really been trying. I spend most of my time gaming. I know that sounds pathetic.” “It doesn’t sound pathetic,” she replied gently. “It sounds like you’re stuck.” That hit too close to home. I dropped my gaze. “I don’t know how to get unstuck.” “Have you thought about why you’re self-sabotaging?” I let out a shaky breath. “Because I’m scared. I don’t feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be. Like I’m late to everything. Behind in school, behind in life.” “Behind how?” she asked, her tone softer now.

A note lay on top: “Sabotage is the price of ambition. Learn to expect it, and you’ll survive. Ignore it, and you’ll fail. —K” I stared at the note, a mix of frustration and gratitude swirling in my chest. Katherine hadn't seemed like one to be impressed, but maybe that was the point. As I lay in bed, exhaustion tugging at my limbs, I made a silent vow to myself "tomorrow, I’d come back stronger. Caitlyn’s tricks might slow me down, but they wouldn’t break me" . This wasn’t just about proving myself to the pack anymore it was now about proving myself to me.

I was not hungry for food instead I was hungry for how to birth my creativity and make my friend realize how beautiful she was. "Why do all of you have the same imposter syndrome? You guys are the most gorgeous people I have met in a long time but you would die instead of believing that." I asked in annoyance. I hate people who sabotage themselves. Martha blinked at me softly before responding. "I know that I'm not in the best place to tell you this but maybe we have not had life easy and we just want to stay out of the spotlight so that people who are worth it can take over? How about that?"

Things beyond your power. One day I would go so far without telling anyone. Travel to the end of the world and never come back. Travel to the furthest realm and never tell anyone about it. Why was I so ashamed of me or parts of myself? The clothes were mine; they were my biggest shame and also biggest possession. I opened my book and tore a page where I had written some quotes to help me live. They were useless, they couldn’t help me at all. ‘‘Get up and try, get up and go, people don’t just give up like that,’’ my subconscious begged me. I was actually surprised that for the first time it was trying to help and be positive, something that never happened.

Chapter 1 Death Does Become Us My name is Arabella Smith, and I sorta died today. Don’t surprise me with my luck. It’s just a shame it’s a day before my thirtieth birthday. They say only the good die young but I think thats a load of crap. why don’t we start back when my bad luck started, bout three weeks ago, when i caught my boyfriend of six years cheating. *three weeks ago*

This wasn't the time to hold a grudge, her friend was fighting for her life. "I'm feeling bad that this is the only way that I can help the woman who tried to save me from my wretchedness. I can't believe that I was so stupid not to see how hard she was trying to help me and to make me a good person." Tarquin said, his breath shuddering and his voice shaking.

If I was telling myself the truth, I was angry I had fucked things up with Camilla. I had not even allowed her speak. What the fuck was wrong with me? Was this what self sabotaging felt like because I was pretty sure I had just snuffed out the bright light at the end of this otherwise dark and cold tunnel. I began laughing. It was a sick and twisted laughter.

“College students can be dramatic.” “You think this is funny?” “I think you’re emotional.” There it is. Always. Any feeling I have becomes weakness to him. “You know what?” I step closer. “I’m getting really tired of hearing that.” “And I’m getting tired of watching you sabotage yourself.” “She’s not sabotage.” “She’s distraction.” “She’s a person.” “She’s a liability.” The word hits like a punch. Not because it hurts me. Because I know if Harper heard it, it would destroy her.

How I was dirty and cheap and worthless. The crowd got bigger. People pointed at me. Their voices were sharp and mean. "Are you serious? That woman is married and pregnant, and she's letting her friend do this to her? The friend must be a complete idiot. I would have cut her off years ago." "Textbook fake friend. Smiles in your face, stabs you in the back. Wants everyone to be as miserable as she is. My wife had a friend just like that. Messed her up so bad she's still on medication."