Outsiders Quotes Novels & Stories

so rudely? One of the onlookers spoke up and declared, "That's absurd! Let her go. We want to hear her side of the story." The foreigner arrogantly replied, "I won't let go. What can you do to us? We want to leave, so don't block us." In the midst of the chaos, a girl from the crowd held up her phone and pointed it at the three foreigners. "I recognize them. They're boxers from Skaldheim! Their Facebook profiles are full of posts saying terrible things about Corynthea."

The sound of leaves has recently been replaced by the sound of animals. "You won't survive! You can never get out of here!" Yelled someone outside which triggered me. He's implying I'm weak and that I will not get out of here anymore, but I am just about to prove him wrong. I can get out of here. And I can't to survive to punch that guard's face. "I will get out of this fucking illusion!" I yelled in frustration.

Not after everything that happened two years ago. Before I could stop it, the words from that night flashed in my mind. “You know, I once read a quote in a book that said, ‘Weakness is a disease. If you don’t treat it, if you don’t cut it out of your life, it will consume you whole. And in the end, you’ll be the only one who suffers.’ So, Mr. Stranger, do you know what I think? Even if you die here— even if you jump, you’re the only one who will truly be gone. Everyone else will eventually move on with their lives. That’s how the world works. It’s cruel to the victims, even after death. So why don’t you live and prove everyone wrong? You said you were weak so why don't you live and become po

Escaping is like a grassy classroom, not being able to escape is like a dark place without seeing the daylight. Although they were only a door apart, the distance felt so far away. Seamus was lying on the ground, unable to bear the intense resentment anymore. He was still thinking about his master, unwilling to give up, wanting to piece together a pile of broken wood scraps. These foreigners were afraid but did not repent, saying that all the people who died here deserved to die! They believed that even if America is not theirs now, it will belong to them in the future. Some foreign warriors were pounding their chests and shouting, "Come on, you lowly trash! Only when you're dead will you da

Esther responded, "But you can't leave." Abigail replied, "Okay. I won't leave." Mallory said, "Abigail, as an outsider, do you think what I said was right?" Abigail responded, "It's better that you don't listen to my opinion. I'm afraid you might be angrier if I say it."

Q called out. “Oh, you can call me zeros and ones.” Q laughed rather forcedly. “You’re something, I got to admit.” “You’d be surprised.” “So, uh… I guess this is it.” “For me, at least.” “And that man over there.” Pointing to Olalekan. A comfortable silence lingered between David and Q, a form of understanding was settled. Q gave a slight nod before he exited the room. Leaving Olalekan behind. “Do to others what you want to be done to you. Love your neighbor as you love yourself.” David quoted. He was alone with Olalekan in the room.

Written on the outside were, To myself from a different era

Minutes later, she walked in and gave me a reassuring pat on the arm before standing beside Rose. “Okay,” I began, inhaling deeply. “Not everyone is here, but it doesn’t matter. The quote I said in the square earlier—it was from Lyra. My mother.” I didn’t wait for the inevitable reactions. “That quote… I believe it’s our way out of here.” Robin’s eyes sharpened immediately. Zane frowned from the bed. “How can a quote get us out of here?” “That’s why I needed to speak with Robin,” I explained. My voice steadied as I repeated the words. “She said, a path becomes one only when it’s walked… and one that can become abandoned is left.”

“I mean, you’re not part of the Lockton family—” “So, if Lockton isn’t my surname, then I’m an outsider?” “No, that’s not what I meant—” “After all, I’m an outsider, so there are some insights I shouldn’t share.” Ruth was rendered speechless. This man was petty to begin with. If she continued to insist that he was an outsider, she would most likely not have a good time for the next few days. She pursed her lips and pondered for a few seconds before she suddenly said, “Honey, have I ever taken you to pay respects to my mother?”

"You think we're a bunch of clowns here, do ya?" ‌ Niels raised his hands defensively, his grin now a mix of apology and confusion. "Nah, no offense meant, seriously. I'm just...tryna find my way, just like everyone else." ‌ The group exchanged skeptical looks, their camaraderie now a fortress against the outsider. Muttered words danced through the air, a chorus of skepticism and judgment. ‌ Then, as if a switch was flipped, the mood shifted. The homeless man's voice was a low growl, his words sharp as broken glass. "You ain't one of us, lad. You're lost in your own world, just like the rest of 'em."