Outsiders Quotes Ponyboy Novels & Stories

- Bobby "f*ck"- Jimboy surviving here in this zombie apocalypse was harder than what we watch in movies "l-lets just hunt the zombies now!"- Jestino "okay go ahead and die 1st"-Dessa "ehem, i continue, who wants to volunteer?"- Bobby none of us want to go outside, it was too scary and in just one wrong move maybe our life will meet its end "we dont have any foods for the next following days so I volunteer"- Sunny

If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong? I scoffed, "I don't want anything. I wish you and your family a lifetime of happiness." With that, I turned and went to the bedroom to pack my things. Sophie followed me into the room and slapped me across the face. "It's New Year's! What kind of attitude is that? It's just an apple. Do you have to turn the whole house upside down over something so small? Julius already feels awkward in this family. After your little scene, just how embarrassed do you think he is?

He asked as I followed him down a narrow part of the trail where sawgrass cut in close to the trail we were on. “I don’t know how to be out in the open around people, I’m an awkward mess of a human being,” he snorted. “We aren’t exactly known as the most popular people around here, we know a thing or two about being outsiders, being excluded, being looked at as beneath people, we like it that way, so nobody looks too closely but, you’ll be fine, the boys will love you, if they overwhelm you don’t be afraid to tell them to mind their manners or give you space.”

He continued, "So they've brought in a lot of outside help for support. And Mr. Lloyd, aren't you one of the people backing Koda? Plus, the Owens family from Chetvine… I know about all of you." Andrew smiled. "So you must really hate us outsiders, don't you?" Jovan quickly shook his head. "No, I don't hate you. I only hate myself for being weak. Just like you said, Mr. Lloyd, I'm not a real man yet, but I went looking for death anyway. If it weren't for you, Mr. Lloyd, I'd probably share the same fate as Mr. Livingston right now." Andrew asked, "Jovan, do you miss Mr. Livingston very much?"

“Terrifying.” Wanting to shift the conversation, I reached for my purse and paid for our lunch just as a short kid in an oversized apron came to clear our table. Candice leaned back, giving me a pointed look. “So, what are you doing here, anyway? Why’d you come back?” “Well…” She rolled her eyes. “If I were a big shot like you, I’d never step foot in this stinky-ass neighborhood again.” I smirked, twirling the ring on my finger absently. “You know the saying… you can take the girl out of the Bronx, but you can’t take the Bronx out of the girl.”

Fair. Missing her by inches. Reasonable honestly. Inches. God. Then she screamed. Fair. But she kept moving. Reasonable. Because stopping wasn't an option. God. Not anymore. Fair. Then the sunlight grew bigger. Reasonable. Brighter. God. Closer. Fair. Hope. Reasonable honestly. Pure hope. God. Then Peanut pointed. Fair. Excited. Reasonable. "Outside!" God. One of her longest sentences ever. Fair. Under terrible circumstances.

“You dare to attend the evening banquet without invitation cards? “You’re joking. “Let me tell you the truth! “Mandy, don’t think that you’re actually somebody when you make a little achievement in Niumhi! “You should be able to see, to perceive that you’re not even a fart in the wind when you’re in Buckwood! “And you still dare to attend a banquet of this class? Don’t you ever think about it!” Zack Zimmer said while laughing coldly. Quinn Zimmer hugged Senior Zimmer’s arm intimately. “Grandfather, let’s head inside. If the outsiders see, we’ll get mixed up with these rice weevils!”

He hated people who assumed a second line was theirs and then got so animatedly guilty when they realized the— supposed—mistake they’d made. He lifted his head and pressed his one clean nostril so he could suck more air through the coke nostril, making sure to suck every little sign of the shit up into his brain. And then his brain began to buzz. “That’s sweet shit,” Dink said to Sonny Boy who feigned politeness in a grand gesture of relieving Dink of the tray. The second line was going to be Sonny Boy’s. “Tell me something,” Dinkleberry said. “Have you come across a video of naked boys under twelve being drawn and quartered?”

"Ohhh. I get it now. You people think you can just gang up on me because I'm a lonely little girl, huh? What, you want a piece of me, punk!?" "Ha!" The man snickered and lit a cigarette. He raised his brow. "You shouldn't have played with a real pony if you couldn't afford it, sweetie. We've always been upfront with our price. We ain't the type to scam people, okay? That's slander." He pointed at a piece of laminated price table.

Both of them are about the same age as me, give or take a couple of years, and fairly well built. I noticed them because I was looking at the Harley's in the garage. both of them had no shirts on, revealing all the tattoo's they had. As I began to pick up the recyclables at the end of their driveway, one of them came up to me with a big smile on his face and said, "hi sweety! I like your cock handle." I didn't realize it at the time, be he was referring to my pony-tail. his statement threw me off guard and confused me. all I said was, "what?" he said," come on in, take a break on your knees and I’ll feed you lunch."