Outsiders Quotes Novels & Stories

she asked, her tone a mix of amusement and incredulity. Curtis shook his head, his eyes fixed on the wheelchair with an unbridled curiosity. "No," he said simply. Chocolate smirked, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "Are you living under a rock or something?" she teased. Curtis shrugged, looking slightly offended. "I don't used to go outside," he said, his tone defensive. "I've always stayed back at home." Chocolate chuckled, her pride evident in her voice. "I don't go outside either, but at least I know a lot of things."

she asked instead of replying to my question directly. "How am I supposed to know?" I snapped back, folding my arms over my chest. "I guess this is why they say that an outsider's view can be beneficial to understanding the overall situation. Sometimes we miss the crucial details when we are directly involved, although it might be extremely obvious to an onlooker," Diana explained theoretically before smiling knowingly at me. "Can you stop beating around the bush and tell me the answer directly? I'm not sure I have the brain capacity or the patience to follow you right now," I replied flatly.

I said cheering for ourselves. "Sure." Sebastian smiled but hesitated. "And door is not open outsiders, exclusive for you and I, don't open for others, strangers are scary." "Of course, husband," I said smiling, strangers I thought about the word. He leaned down. His breath on my skin. I thought he might...

I said, softly. “Yeah?” “Why are you always nice to me?” She gave a short laugh. “What kind of question is that?” “I mean it. Everyone else sees me as this outsider or a threat or some embarrassing project… but you don’t.” “I’m an outsider too, you know. I’ll support my fellow outsider over the snubbing rich anytime.” “To be honest, I don’t even know where I belong.” “Right now?” she said, nudging me gently. “You belong here. On this bench. Eating chocolate. With me.”

“Because you exist.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one I can give until you’re ready.” My frustration rose, sharp and hot. “I hate that phrase,” I said. “Ready. It feels like I’m on the outside of my own life.” We stopped. He turned fully toward me. “You’re not outside,” he said. “You’re at the threshold. You just haven’t stepped through.” “That’s exactly what being outside is.” His eyes—gold in the morning light—softened in a way I hadn’t seen before.

“Who do you belong to?” “Who do you think you are?” “You come here wanting to save a damsel in distress? You’re just a bunch of outsiders!” “At least know your limits!” “I crush dozens of useless filth like you every single year!” “In Blackburn City, I call all the shots!” Jace blew a puff of smoke, disdain evident in his eyes. He was already treating Harvey as an ignorant outsider. The people beside him were all showing Harvey mocking looks. ‘A few outsiders, trying to show off here? What are they thinking?’

"Are you saying, you'll leave us right after winter?" "I'm not saying that, Helena. What I mean to tell you guys is that I have my own issues. I don't know who I am, if I have a family or friends. I don't even know where do I come from! All this time you've been thinking of me like an outsider, but to me, you're the only people I know and I cherish each and everyone of you. If you ask me to help you, I'll do it, if you need something from me I'll give it to you. You don't need to think of a way to repay me for every single thing I do. Now it's become clear you still see me as an outsider, and that hurts"

My bones nearly cracked from the impact as it slammed against the hard floor. I glared at the crowd of people who'd been my family for the first 20 years of my life, now threatening and beating me up all for the sake of an outsider, and felt my heart turn to stone. I wiped the blood from the corner of my lips and glared daggers at them. "I'm going to call the police! Not a single one of you is getting out alive!" Isaac was even more enraged by this. He kicked me hard in the back and thundered, "The police! To hell with that, you stubborn old bitch! I'm going to fucking beat you black and blue!"

The bottled blonde pointed her finger at him. “You’re an outsider,” she intoned. “You don’t belong here.” The term was repeated over and over by every voice. It rolled through like dominoes falling. “Outsider, outsider, outsider.” Alex couldn’t see over the crowd. Anyone who came within its orbit seemed to be pulled into its gravity, and nobody was protesting. Nobody was going to help him.

It was then that Rudina believed a quote that says; Speak about the devil and hewill appear. When they reached there, Rudina’s friends were bring asked questions by Lowell. Lowell and Ashina engaged the rescued slaves on a conversation on the melee. As Rudina had her heart in her mouth, she checked her clothes and saw a little stain on it. She mentally slapped herself. She consciously ran her hand over her hair. Then her face, she wondered what she looked like.