Quotes About Insecurity

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Always our wars have been our confessions of weakness

1. The higher the ego, pride, vanity, the more insecure a person feels, it seems to him that he becomes smaller and tries to rise. 2. The saints will die out; only the most sinful will survive in natural selection. 3. Love is an interdimensional chrono-connection that has a quantum thread of memories between lives extending into the infinity of eternity. No matter what the timing of life, love never dies to the end. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

All the worst and worst in a person is all this mistrust in the fog of fear, which gives rise to hallucinations of skepticism.

Being too handsome can also be a curse. Because all the girls will feel like they are not worthy of having you under their wing.

Doubt not only kills an idea, but destroys the whole foundation of thought within you.

Jealousy is the fuel of relationships and marriage. At the same time, envy kills affection in love.

The fear of death make people do all the stupid things in the world. You want protection from evil? But who will live forever?

If you keep people down so they dont become better than you, you gotta stay there to keep them down so you dont progress yourself. What kind of wahala (Suffering) is that ? Leave them to progress so you can expand.

My work means that we have lived in different parts of the world and in each there has always been something to be afraid of. Gangsters, extremist political groups Right and Left tossing bombs into restaurants, hijacks, holdups, a city plumb on the line of an earthquake fault. We have long had a compact, with ourselves, with life; life is dangerous. We live with that; in the one certainty that fear is the real killer.

Aucune protection, pas d'assurance, menaces et terreur de partout, de la famille, de l'entourage, de l'Etat, d'un jeune mollah de Qom qui peut te viser du doit et t'envoyer en enfer. p368

Comment un régime peut-il considérer une comédienne come son ennemie? Se sentent-ils à ce point vulnérables?p360

You'll hate me," she said, her arms locked around him because she couldn't not hold him when he was close. "One day, you'll hate me." It was the thing she most feared. Hand fisting in her hair, he pressed his forehead to her own, his eyes night-glow in the dark. "I will love you until the day they put me in the earth.

Where did you get the control sample?" A flash of dark heat raced through him and he knew himself well enough to identify it as a dose of pure jealousy. "From Tamsyn." A pause, as if she was debating whether to continue. "I know you'd react negatively if I approached a make. You're... possessive." "Sugar, I'm way past possessive." His voice was no longer fully human.

Dangerous, she thought, this was so dangerous. Too many pieces of her in his hands. She had to hold something back, some part of her that would protect her against the nights she woke to find him lying awake, a faraway expression on his face. Because it would happen—no matter the passionate tenderness growing ever deeper between them, she was second best, would always be second best.

Fear is a thief that comes in the bright light of day, an intruder arrogant and assured.

Raphael met Michaela's gaze. "If you could kill every single beautiful woman in the world, would you?" Her smile never faded. "In an instant.

fear alone, shaped by capricious whim, would never foster loyalty.

Sarah loved Abe with a devotion that terrified her. She knew he didn't love her back.

The idea of ever again being caught unarmed and vulnerable was her worst nightmare.

In her madder moments, Charlotte sometimes wondered if he was rough in bed or if he had tenderness in him.

Watching Desiree's breasts rise as her lashes lowered, Felix had an epiphany. She was a dominant, yes, and pushy with it at times, but that didn't mean she had endless self-confidence. She had doubts and worries just like him, needed reassurance.

There are two kinds of females in my book: the good and the bad. The good are normal, self-aware and I could spend hours in their company. The bad are screwed up, full of insecurity and a really lethal self-doubt that makes them machines of destruction, both to themselves and others.

Though Amelie was a voracious reader of romantic novels, she was painfully shy around men in whom she found an interest.