Quotes To Insecure Person Novels & Stories

And just like that, using his fingertip, he wiped something on the side of my lips. "You're making progress, Irene. It's slow right now but I believe you will shine like the stars. Showbiz industry is composed of different kinds of people, but the only kind you should be aware of are those people who are born to be insecure. They are the ones who always make you feel bad after being good for a long time. It's your choice if you would let them control your life, or rather choose to stay away from them.” I bent down, placing my cutlery on the plate first.

Ishtiyaq leaned in, his own voice a blade. “And don’t make me forget that blood doesn’t excuse cruelty.” The air between them was electric, suffocating. Timtim, trembling, clutched the blazer tighter and whispered, “Please… stop.” But the men didn’t move. Across the room, Farhad Qureshi leaned forward in his chair, eyes gleaming like a predator scenting blood. His lips curved into that same slow, wicked smile as he murmured to himself, “Ah… perfect. The cracks are already there. Now all I need is to press, and the empire will collapse on its own.”

His eyebrow lifted slightly at the sarcasm. I forced a smile. “We observe first,” he said. “People destroy themselves when given the opportunity.” He let out a small sigh. “That sounds disturbingly experienced.” He didn’t deny it. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze moving toward Lucas and Renee. “They trust each other completely.” “And?” I asked with a raised brow. “That means their weakness is insecurity.” I frowned lightly. How does one come up with such conclusions in seconds. “You analyzed that in ten seconds?”

The one who is insecure, who doesn't let everyone near him, who laughs at anything I say, and who has settled in my mind and heart in a way that will be very hard to get him out. When I arrived at his house, and found him mounted on top of a guy, their faces just inches apart, I was really annoyed. After all, the guy in question is his long-time friend, he is handsome, has an angelic face, and on top of that, he is gay. Then insecurity took over my mind, with so many thoughts, and one of them was that Nate would prefer to have a new sexual experience with someone who knows what he is doing.

“You are!” I blinked thinking he could have at least showed some empathy towards me. Did this man ever think how his cold voice could hurt others? “That wasn’t modesty speaking.” “It wasn’t meant to be.” He sipped again, nonchalantly. My stunned gaze flicked to him, studying his serious yet dashing face. “She has no reason to be threatened.” I said quietly. “Not anymore.” “People rarely need reason,” he said. “They need insecurity.” That… made sense!

I gesture around the studio, at him. “For a possibility,” he says quietly. I look up, startled. He’s put it into perfect words. “Yes.” “Security is overrated,” he says, leaning back. “It’s just another word for a life half-lived. My parents—comfortable, suburban—they think this,” he waves a hand at the space, “is insecurity. But to me, security is knowing I get to wake up and do this. Even if ‘this’ sometimes means eating ramen for a week. The insecurity is the price of admission for a real life.”

My great enemy, insecurity, was reminding me that I would never be enough for anyone. -You're beautiful. I don't know how you don't have a boyfriend- G's reflection aloud made me lookup. What?- I don't know who has put all the nonsense that you're not in your head, but I promise you, you're beautiful- He pressed my nose, smiling at me.

Like, what the hell is that? Is that how a crazy person behaves for the sake of a man? She was not only the daughter of a whore, but she was also an authentic gold-digger. I hoped she could find enlightenment, but there was also a chance that karma will catch up to her. I responded to her snide remark. If I remain silent, she'll think she's right. She looks pitiful, and she might remain clueless forever. "First and foremost, I am not seducing anybody here. Maybe you are, because that's your plan, and now that the limelight isn't on you, maybe you're hurt by your own insecurities. Honey, seek help; insecurity is as dangerous as crab mentality."

He laughed, "lemme guess, the got in trouble as always and their credit cards was taken away by Fred right?" "Shut up." "You guys are so pathetic! Behaving like kids and getting in trouble." He shook his head. "Maybe if you didn't kill mother, I won't be here asking for your credit card, you won't be existing either." I said. "Oh please that sentence does not have any effect on me anymore, it is just something you guys love saying a sort of motto." I rolled my eyes, "give me the damn card!" "So you can buy some stupid game online? Oh Zack your idiosyncrasy will never stop."

“So, I assumed you were either kidnapped, dead, or screwing a new guy since you’re so lonely.” I almost choked on my breath. “What? God. No, Avy.” “Relax, I’m joking. But seriously, you need to work on your security system. Your door was unlocked. Are you planning on starting a charity giveaway? Because anyone could walk in and steal your TV or those luxurious silk designs you just bought.” I laugh, shutting the door and dropping my purse on the counter. “Girl, what are you even doing here? You know I’m married, right?”