Quotes To Insecure Person Novels & Stories

Atticus shot back, "How insecure are you?" A mixture of frustration and hurt swirled within me. "Oh, trust me, you guys have done a splendid job chipping away at that over time," I responded, my voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "But guess what? I don't need you to remind me of my shortcomings. I've become quite skilled at finding my own ways to cope. I've been doing it my whole life, and I'm certain I can manage a few more times." In that instant, they exchanged a quick, guilt-ridden look that didn't escape my notice.

"Yesterday was a one time thing. It will never happen again." James frowned at me, but nodded. "Daisy," he said. "Do you want to know what I've figured out by just talking to you?" "Not really." "I'm going to tell you anyway." "Then go ahead," I muttered and rolled my eyes. "I think you're a very insecure person," James stated. "But you cover it up with a tough exterior." "Insecure? I think you might need to brush up on your psych skills. I am very confident in myself thank you very much."

“You need people in your corner who scare them more than they scare you.” I looked down at the folders in my lap. My phone buzzed. The people who can help me , who are that influential and dangerous are the 3 mafia beast while I haven’t spoken to in a while

Some situations bothered me, like conversations cut off when I approached, cell phone with password, not even his notebook was unlocked. I had never been in a relationship before, I had no idea how to act. I've always been short—tempered, I didn't take any insults home. But there, in front of that woman telling me those things, insecurity hit me hard. Simon must have had very experienced women in his bed. It must have been boring for him to be with someone who was afraid of sex. It couldn't be easy for him to be around a woman just playing house. What if he had looked for someone to vent while I was starting treatment? Damn it, Laura! Stop freaking out! Simon is not that kind of man. Get tha

"I have been paid to DJ at a club for someone's special sweet sixteen. Wanna come?" "Where?" "Human world. I was hoping fresh air would brighten your sour mood. You have been tense all morning. What's up?" You. "Just thinking," I lied. "You coming?" "Won't people judge you for carrying such terrible bad luck like me?" I asked sadly. "Pardon?" "I do have a reputation for bad luck and ugliness, w…" "What did we discuss about your low self-esteem and insecurity? If you don't believe and have confidence in yourself, who will?" He asked with a disapproving frown.

Nayel uses finger quotes to use the word nice, "Have you ever noticed the way you talk to me? How many people do you know who speak to their boss the same way you speak to me?" I roll my eyes, "You don't have to be a dick for people to take you seriously Mr. Nayel and if you were slightly more polite with me personally I would talk to you in a manner of respect, but you have proven time after time you don't deserve that so what's the point?" I snap at him, "clearly I am a good employee which is why I have stuck around longer than any one of your previous assistants and if I was truly as bad as you are making me out be you would've fired me. So I think you should keep this "I am very lenient

Xandar’s nose nuzzled her neck as he whispered, “I felt a little of the insecurity you mentioned last night. It sucks. And I doubt what I felt was anywhere close to what you had to handle. I don’t know how you do it, baby.” Lucianne was even more lost, “Xandar, why would you have to feel insecure? Being in your position, you’d never had anyone implicitly telling you or even suggesting that you’re worthless. And I told you before that no one sees me the way you see me. There is zero need to be insecure.”

> “You really believe I*******m over me? Have you lost your mind?” > And for a while, I let myself believe him. Because he wasn’t always wrong about me. I did overthink sometimes. I did fear losing people. I did struggle with trusting my own worth. He didn't invent those insecurities; he simply memorized them and used those existing truths against me as the perfect, personalized weapon. But then the messages started. Girls I didn’t know reached out, appearing in my inbox like anonymous messengers of doom, bypassing his security. Some were messy and angry, some were gentle and confused.

he sighed. “I didn’t realize that talking about my silly insecurities would remind you of really bad things.” Millicent lamented, guiltily “I know my ridiculous fear that being hated by people I don't even know is nothing compared to what you must have gone through in that house, being mistreated and punished by people like that…”

As the years went by, the hideous scar became shallower and shallower, but it remained there. With today's technology, he could easily choose to remove the scar with high-tech methods, but he never did. It was as if to remind himself of something with the scar. If the source of his insecurity toward relationships was his mother, what about her? She was also an insecure person. Due to Xiao Ziqi's betrayal, she was even afraid of love. She once thought she might live alone for the rest of her life.