Outsiders Quotes Novels & Stories

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

"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."

The absence of my presence these past few years had made me accustomed to compromising in front of Sophie and her family. Even when Julius replaced me in the family portrait, or when every New Year's dinner table was filled with dishes Julius liked, I endured it. I even comforted myself by telling myself that things weren't so bad if someone could stay by their side in my place. I thought that as long as the family was happy, nothing else mattered. But today, a single apple gave me a wake-up call. If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong?

I whispered. He paused for a while and turned to me, shaking his head. I turned to him, confused by his reaction. “What?” I muttered when he didn’t say anything for a while. “They’re not looking at me. They’re used to my presence. They’re all looking at you.” I froze, but quickly recovered my composure. My frown deepened. “That’s ridiculous. Why would they be staring at me?” “You’re an outsider,” he said. “But don’t worry,” he quickly added, probably noting my discomfort, “they’re not going to touch you with me around. These guys might be comfortable with me, but I am quite respected in this place.”

It was bigger than the average axe yet he carried it with one hand like a feather. He walked around the men that knelt before him. He slowly walked as though inspecting them. " Some people are willing to betray a thousand years of friendship just to get a little bit of spotlight ", he quoted. I had heard the famous quote before. None of them seemed to tense. They were used to this. It would be hard to determine who had done this. There was no fright or shaking. " One day, we will have to say goodbye when we are not ready.", He began to say.

I couldn't help but ask. Julia breath out, standing up from the bed...... She sighs, "This is actually a really funny story Juliet, but don't worry I'll tell it to you." She sighs again, while I waited in anticipation of her story. "Juliet. Mum and I love you. Father loves you, the whole family loves you." I stared at her unblinking, wondering what in the world she's actually saying... "Are you sure of what you just said, like... did you legitly heard what you just said?. I am hundred percent sure that I am an outsider in that house.Quotation back

I had to admit, it was prettier than our palace back home. Then the whispers started again. “That’s them.” “The outsiders.” “She’s the one.” “ Okay, we get it. We’re strangers. Deal with it.” “ Maria! “ I cautioned. Maria leaned closer to me. “I’m just tired of their whispers.” “Let them be,” I murmured. “Just ignore them.” We kept walking, pretending we couldn’t hear them anymore. But each word still stung. We stepped into the outer court, and there we saw them. Valdanus stood near the center, speaking to a few guards in their own language. Estevan leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, watching everything with quiet interest.

“You can have tomorrow. Tonight is ours.” The house said nothing back. Outside, the storm that had paced the horizon at the crossing turned and began to walk their way.

Lucas stared at me for a moment, his guarded expression softening as he started talking, “You really mean that, don’t you? That you’re here for us and not for some personal gains...” “Of course I do,” I said firmly, stepping up to him and closing the distance between us. “I know I’m an outsider, but I care about you guys. I see the way you all stick together, even when things are hard. It’s… admirable. I've always admired the love and respect between you guys.” A faint smile tugged at Lucas’s lips. “You’re not an outsider, Kat. How many times do we need to tell you that?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. I’ll tell you. But this stays between us.

“Don’t worry, Natasha. It’s over now. Just remember, be cautious around strangers. You never know who they truly are.” Natasha stammers, struggling to find her words, but eventually manages to reply, expressing her gratitude and the depth of her newfound trust in me. We share a moment of understanding and support, knowing that we must remain vigilant in a world where danger can lurk behind even the most seemingly innocent faces.