Outsiders Quotes Novels & Stories

Honestly, he was starting to get on my nerves. " You don't know anything between Melissa and this gentleman here, as an outsider, you don't have the right to comment, let alone comment so rudely." Sensing my displeasure, Theo intervened. His eyes remained glued on Mason and I watched as Mason's eyes widened in disbelief. " An outsider? Now I am the outsider here?" Mason asked in a pained voice but nobody said anything. Theo maintained his serious expression while I chose to ignore him. He has been such an ass . It's about time someone feeds him the same poison.

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.”

I said that I was done calling myself an outsider. The quiet that followed was the kind that means something. Not absence of sound. Presence of attention. Soren raised his wooden sword above his head. I had absolutely no idea why and he would not explain it afterward. The room broke into noise. Afterwards, in the corridor outside the hall with the sounds of celebration still carrying through the walls, Darius looked at me and said: "You said you were done calling yourself an outsider." "Yes." "Is that true?" I thought about the packhouse kitchen producing celebratory food unprompted. Cade's handshake. Marcus's hug. Nyx's hand on my face. Soren raising his sword.

I’m about to say something when another voice cuts through the air. “You think you’re better than us, don’t you?” The words come from a woman standing near the back of the crowd. Her tone is venomous, like she’s daring me to respond. I want to. I want to say something back, something sharp and cutting, but the words get lost in my throat. “You’re just a nobody, just some outsider who’s gonna mess up everything for him.” Her eyes flicker to Trix, like he’s the one responsible for me even being here.

“Who are you? Outsiders are not allowed inside here!” “Get out of the way!” An angry person roared back at her. “Get Myra Kollins to see me right now!”

Delmar retorted. “But maybe we are afraid,” Matheus added. “I mean, look at us, we know next to nothing about Outsiders; what kind of people they are, how they think,” he looked Delmar directly in the eyes as he repeated Rowan’s previous words to him. “or what their weaknesses are.” Delmar narrowed his eyes at Matheus as he listened intently. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying that in all the time we’ve been stuck in this nightmare, we’ve never learned a thing about the Outsiders. Well, Delmar, now we have one.”

one of them replied. “No,” I corrected. “You requested my attention. There’s a difference.” Silence. “Where is she?” I asked. “Who?” I smiled slightly. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” One of them leaned back, trying to act relaxed. “You’re asking about someone who doesn’t deal with people like you.” “People like me?” “Businessmen. Outsiders.” I took a step closer, my voice calm. “Let me make something clear,” I said. “There is no such thing as an outsider when I decide to step in.”

“You always did. But words are just that—words. Actions are what matter. And when it comes to action, you’re still just an outsider trying to play queen.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Outcast?” I asked. “Sure, I’ll give you that. I was an outsider. But look at me now. I’m back. Stronger than ever. And you? You’re grasping at straws, holding to a power that was never truly yours. Pathetic.”

"Aye, lad. You're treading on paths most outsiders dare not tread." As the conversation continued, it became clear that my outsider status was a significant hurdle. The villagers spoke in riddles and half-truths, and I could sense the weight of their unspoken reservations. It was like trying to decipher a puzzle with missing pieces. Frustration and a sense of helplessness gnawed at me. As I walked away from the village, their whispers lingered in the air like an enigmatic melody. I needed answers, and I needed them soon. "Couldn't get much out of them, could you?" a voice interrupted my thoughts.