Quotes To Insecure Person Novels & Stories

He was ready to go off on me, I knew it. "You're insecure. When people like River and Preslie say things to you, they get to you. You don't like the fact that Preslie is so quirky because you don't care about anything and she does. You're stone-cold and the fact that she's always so happy bothers you. You've made mistakes that practically haunt you. You don't open up because you're afraid of getting hurt but also because you're afraid to see the real you - the you that isn't always dropping metaphors. Oh, and speaking of your stupid, witty metaphors -- you use them all the time because you're weak and have no defence and they're your only shield. You're also lonely and you hate it but you ca

I hadn’t even realized how freezing the concrete beneath me was until I thought of it. If I could get Zane unstable… If I could get him to panic… He’d reach out to Anthony on his own. Not because he cared about me, but because he hated Anthony. Zane was the kind of insecure man who needed validation even when committing crimes. He needed to be seen. He needed to be acknowledged. He needed people to know he was important. He would crumble if he felt overlooked. He would crack if he thought Anthony or, worse, Peter, underestimated him. He would lash out and be stupid.

“Of course. Guys like insecure women. It’s very satisfying making a girl feel better about herself. Much harder to do when the girl’s all confident and comfortable in her own body. Don’t worry, I don’t blame you.” “I don’t care if you blame me, you fucking idiot,” said Jenny, subtly intimating I’d missed the point. “What if someone comes along who doesn’t let you down? What if she can help you when you need her? You’ll go off with her, and no one would blame you.” So much insecurity, such wow.

“I know what you’re going to say and believe me… I’m trying! He’s just this big wave of sexiness and confidence while I’m out here paddling and trying to keep my head above water.” What is it with me and nautical quotes today? “Christian is a good man, and he wouldn’t hurt me. I just wonder how long it will take for my insecurities to push him away.” Man, this self-pity drivel is getting the best of me today. Shaking my head, I force a smile on my face and tell her all about the gifts and the phone calls and chats with him so she doesn’t subconsciously worry about me. She likes Christian and she never just liked the guys I tried to date.

I started gazing at the engaged minds, my each and every word running to the opening of their ear, hoping to inspire and capture their hearts. "You should be a priority, you should be happy, the person you give your all to should never have you questioning your worth. Don't be afraid to ask for reassurance because it is only human nature to question things. Before you fall into someone, heal you, know you, love you, and Respect you. Learn that love without respect is not love and know that you are more than enough," I finished and loud applause sounded, I lifted my drink saying a small thank you as I moved off the stage, my forced confidence finally getting its chance to rest after the battl

It’s barely fully noon yet, and I understand wanting to be drunk, but I never get drunk before noon. Every bit of insecurity I have attacks me and tells me I am sticking out like a sore thumb, but that stronger, crazier voice that represents my subconscious lets out something of a squeal. I tell her to shut up but crazy me just keeps ranting about how everyone notices nothing, and how we could actually make good spies if the situation ever came up.

“That’s a word people like to throw around. Trust is a liability if misplaced.” The man hesitated for only a fraction of a second before responding, his voice unwavering. “We’ve invested in top-notch security. Surveillance, encrypted communications, and contingency plans for any potential disruptions. We’re covering all bases. Our teams are experienced and fully capable of handling any situation that might arise. We’ve left no room for mistakes.”

Speak of the fucking devil and he shall appear. (Butterfly) I really shouldn't have let Enzo take my bike, now I'm stuck with this baboon. "Shit," I got into the passenger side without a fight even if I didn't want to be trapped with this man in a closed space. I didn't trust myself with him. And not in the way you're thinking. Leaving me with Victoriano in a closed space would probably lead to mayhem and bloodshed. It was just about how pleasant he was to be around. Fucking jerk.

He stated. "Oh, don't worry, I have no interest in having any kind of conversation with you anymore." I waved my hand dismissively. "Good." "Anyway, it was ridiculous of me to think that," I replied. "I've just been..." "Insecure?" He cut me off. "Excuse me?" I demanded in a frigid voice. "Only insecure people think like that, Ms. Jonas," He answered. "And since I met you, you didn't strike me as an insecure person."

He let out a rough laugh, "Tell me something about yourself, anything..." Lost in my thoughts, I couldn't help but dwell on a bunch of things – the kind of stuff that could potentially make a guy like him look at me differently. I mulled over insecurities, the kind that might send him sprinting for the hills, leaving me in the dust. So, to play it safe, I stuck with a secret that wouldn't unleash anything but still make him satisfied.