Nathan Scott Quotes Novels & Stories

“Samantha, if you know what’s good for you, you'd better sit up and start thinking clearly. I don’t know if you had taken a good look at the person you called ‘just a friend.’ No car. No direction. No clear future. Nothing to show for himself.” Samantha opened her mouth to respond, but Nathan didn’t give her the chance. “I’ve warned you before,” he continued, his voice growing louder. “I don’t know why you want me to keep repeating myself. The school is full of people who could actually help you build something. But it’s like you’ve made peace with poverty. Like you’ve accepted it as your destiny. And I won’t stand by and watch you do that.” Without another word, Nathan turned and walked out

I gave her a small smile, letting her know I was there for her if she needed me. “I’m sorry, Nathaniel. I know I’m not good company right now. I was just rereading Tim’s letter. It’s painful to know he’s gone, and the only thing he really thought of was me living out the rest of my days. The last thing he will ever say to me is for me to live my life and to live it with another man.”

I said with a chuckle, caught off guard. "I know," he muttered. "Just…try to control yourself. Remember, without failure, there’s never success. So don’t give up. Persuade Ava. I believe she loves you enough to risk everything for you." He pulled back, gripping my shoulder with surprising strength, even though I towered over him. "Alright, motivational speaker Nathan," I said with a smirk. "I’ll get going now. Erm… what about that rat in the cell?" "He’s still there, suffering," Nathan replied.

“I wish I was like you, Nathan. You just… don’t give a shit. And here I am, wrapped up in knots because one person thinks I’m sneaky.” Nathan chuckles, his grin widening. “Honestly? Giving the world the middle finger is pretty freeing. Highly recommend it.” I let out a small laugh despite myself, the thought of doing that almost impossible to imagine. “You say it like it’s easy.” “Because it is,” he says, shrugging as if it’s that simple. “People are going to think what they want no matter what you do. They’re either with you or they’re not. You just have to live your life.” He pauses, glancing over at me. “I mean, look at Tamrin. She’s already got her opinions, so just let her stew in them.

Nathan was aware that this was his way of thinking about the circumstances and evaluating the narrative. "What do you think about that?!" "You know me; I won't tolerate you with that kind of foolishness!" "You think its foolishness?" "Honestly, yes! I'm telling you, if this girl asks you again for another amount. Well, not just telling you. I'm warning you. It is a scam! And I would be disgusted to hear that my best friend Nathan Conner has been such a fool victim!" Nathan suddenly realized it and chose to keep his mouth shut. He readjusts his posture once more while seated on the couch.

"Nathan, I can't bеliеvе what just happеnеd. That was… incrеdiblе! Arе you sеcrеtly a supеrhеro or somеthing?" Nathan chucklеd, a glimmеr of mischiеf in his еyеs. "Wеll, my dеar, I do havе a fеw sеcrеt tricks up my slееvеs. But for now, lеt's just say that troublе has a way of finding mе, whеrеvеr I go."

I didn't do anything wrong. "As I asked, what are you doing here? You were specifically told to_" "I fucken know my duties, Scott," Nathan snarled back, moving a foot or two closer, their hard gazes fixed at each other now, as if in a cold war. That enchanting smirk was wiped off to be replaced by what? Coldness?

I whined because I was so embarrassed while he laughed at me. "Hate pollutes the mind." He quoted again and I whimpered. "Next time, pay attention!" He stated, giving me a look. "If we’re quoting Shakespeare, I want to add one." I scoffed crossing my arms on my chest. He motioned his hand to tell me to go on. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." I spat angrily but it only amused him more and clapped for me as if saying ‘bravo.’ "I hate you... go to hell!" I scowled and grabbed my bag to leave the room. When I was at the door he spoke again.

Jonathan muttered, again -again he scratched his head like a confused person. “Jo, stop, you don’t ask too many questions and don’t talk too much. I should be the one to say that. I’m weird to myself, how can I be comfortable being friends with you two. One when the wise mode is on, it’s always making speeches. The other one always supports me in any situation, eh but his brain is sometimes very stupid. What I say sometimes doesn’t reach his brain, it can make me crazy,” Nathan patted his forehead.

Nathan's voice booms around the room, though his tone doesn't increase. Suddenly, his features harden, a frown deeply creasing his forehead. "Hold on to your assigned partner, fight alongside him, and be careful. I'd rather lose the battle than one of you." At that moment, Nathan is almost vulnerable, human as concern and responsibility fall heavily on his shoulders. His stare stops to linger a minute longer on me. "I don't want any heroes here. Don't run towards danger, put yourself in an impossible fight, or turn into a martyr, because all the heroes are dead," he finishes decidedly.