Quotes To Insecure Person Novels & Stories

I don't know what to say, I'm afraid it won't work " " If you allow me, I'll show you the voice of a good friend of mine who I'm sure will that will be a success " " I don't want to hear it, because he is an unknown and may not work out" " Did you know that insecurity gets us nowhere? And if we don't take the risk, we will never know if it would work out?" " It is not insecurity, it is thinking about the welfare of the company that has always been on top for years and is just going through a bad moment."

Quincy There’s a saying you hear around here by your second or third week, whispered like a prayer and carved into the back of your head whether you like it or not: Don’t trust anyone. Not your cellmate. Not the guy who trades you cookies for soap. Not the guards, the chaplain, the janitor, not even the rat outside the laundry hall. Trust gets you shanked. Trust gets you stripped. Trust gets you dead. I thought I understood that. And I had defiled that law once with my cellmate.

He's annoyingly hot. “Whoa, really now? And what are your likes, Willow?” He raised both brows with a taunting smile. “Oh, I'll tell you.” I folded my arms, ready to hear whatever nonsense he had to say. “Up-tight, but not because you're so strict. It's just a defense mechanism. Because beneath all that thick skin of yours, you're one hell of a judgmental, insecure bitch.” That word ‘insecure’ made my throat clench so hard. But I gulped it down, refusing to give him any reaction.

Thea blurted out, "And what about you? Why do you avoid me like the plague?" Thorne's thin lips slightly parted, and his handsome face became visibly distressed. "I..." Thea realized that she had been too hard on him and felt ashamed, so she awkwardly stepped back one meter away and said incoherently, "Theodore, I was just joking with you. I am... I am just lacking confidence in myself, feeling strongly that I don't deserve happiness. I was trying to overcome it, so I sought security with you." "I knew my behavior was outrageous. After all, a sense of security is something no one can provide. It is also unreliable. In the end, the only person you can always rely on is yourself."

“And I feel like I’m pretending.” He leaned back slightly. “Insecurity is honest,” he said. “But it is not always accurate.” “It feels accurate.” “That’s because you’re comparing your past to someone else’s present.” His voice was calm. Not dismissive. “I don’t know the rules here,” I admitted. “You will.” “And if I embarrass you?” His expression shifted slightly at that. “You are not a liability.” “I don’t want to be your project.” His jaw tightened just slightly. “You are not.”

I sighed, “Believe what you want to believe, but just know that you’re the one at fault here. Stop trying to push your insecurity toward me.” “Fuck you! Why would I be insecure? I have everything that I want, you bitch. I have a complete family, and the father of my son didn’t leave me. Moreover, my parents are still alive! You’re the one who’s insecure. You must envy me, hmm? Just because I have people who love me for who I am, doesn’t mean that you have the right to accuse me of being insecure. Stop projecting your feelings at me!” I let out a laugh of disbelief. Can you believe this bitch?

They've got the passion for what they're doing, while all I'm here for is to take revenge and get myself out of this mess alive. I was about to decline it when Suze opened her mouth again. " She's a loser, she can't make it..." Well, I didn't wait for her until she finished what she was saying, and without thinking twice I found myself agreeing. " I'm in!" I exclaim with a mean smile on my face. I knew what she was doing, she was trying to make me feel insecure around her. The truth is that she's the type of insecure person that has trust issues with their own selves. These types of people are the worst, instead of working on improving themselves, they hide behind their expensive clothes and

I just couldn't understand why people took too much alcohol when they couldn't manage themselves in the end? "Pertaining to yourself, Abigail? You know what? Insecure people have a special sensitivity for anything that finally confirms their own low opinion of themselves," I saucily said. With that, her eyes narrowed and glared at me as if she wanted to attack me. "You think I was insecure with you? Dream on, Gav." She made a mocking laugh again that was so irritating in the ears. "I can see you hate me either because you see me as a threat, you hate yourself, or maybe you’re jealous of me? It seems like I have my own style to build your insecurity? You're turning yourself very pathetic, la

“How dare you even say that word to me? Even just a single one, I don’t have that. I’m not the type of person that gains insecurities, Mr. Tryst. It seems to me that you’re too blind to see that.” One of the many things that I hate in this world is a very annoying and upsetting person telling me that I am full of insecurities and that my overflowing confidence is not visible. After being in my line of work for years and years with practice and training, insecurity doesn’t even exist to me anymore. Right now, the person that I’m dealing with is more than just annoying and upsetting. So, it shouldn’t be surprising for me that he has the guts to tell me such things. “See? You are insecure.” He

, she said after a long pause. I pressed my lips and took a while to respond. "Do you remember our conversation on the terrace that night? Our first conversation on the terrace", I said. "I— I do", she mumbled. "Do you remember what you said? An adult should have the ability to get fixed. That's how life works. We can't depend on others. Because then we start depending on the person who fixed us, we start being protective and possessive for them, we start being insecure that we may lose them too. Then– We become toxic as hell. We kill ourselves in insecurity and kill them with our toxicity. Our insecurity frustrates them and makes them walk away from us. Then– we are again shattered"