Ponyboy Outsiders Quotes Novels & Stories

MOM "then we are 2nd?"- Bobby "yes"- J.DAD "why not us will be the 1st group to go outside and we will clear the way"- Bobby "it is not possible for your condition now Bobby"- J.DAD "but-"- Bobby "We believe that our sons can make a way from us, especially the bite won't makes us suddenly become one of them"- J.DAD my father still wants to rebut but he swallows it "Okay we go for that plan"- Bobby

--- After the assembly, people came up to us. Some shook our hands. Some hugged us. One freshman girl whispered, “Thank you,” like she’d been holding it in for months. We knew not everyone in that room approved. But approval wasn’t the point. Existing without permission was. --- Later, we sat under the old oak tree outside the school. “You know you just put a target on our backs,” I said. Blue leaned against the trunk. “I know. Feels good.” “You’re dangerous.” He smiled. “No. I’m free.”

“I mean ever. So help me…” “I know, Johnny. I know. Don’t worry. How’d you meet her?” While I told him the story of the golf outing, he sat, enthralled. “Why doesn’t this shit happen to me?” “Probably because you’re a fairy.” The thing that got him in trouble in Po City was a ladyboy. “Hey shut up! I like girls! I like women!” “Keep it down tiger, or I won’t have any leverage over you.” He half-heartedly punched me in the shoulder and gathered up his books. “We’re equally fucked, right? If any of this ever got out, we’re both dead.”

My princess couldn’t bear her brother’s gloominess, so she comforted him. “He is an outsider, Ashton. Mommy says that we shouldn’t talk to strangers.” The terms ‘outsider’ and ‘stranger’ used for us didn’t sit well with Blitzer’s gentle nature, he howled in agony. “These are our pups. Go and tell them, idiot human. I want to hug my kids.”

They feel I'm losing my way, But how can I lose, What I never had? I'm the prodigal son, One that's never coming back home. I've chosen my own path, And even though you call me lost, I have found my way. Why can't you accept that? Why do you always try to change me? Cain McCarthy, The Lost Boy Brianna's POV

"I'm fine. I just tripped. Please don't blame Preston for it." That single sentence only served to deepen their resentment toward me. "How could you be so vicious, Preston?" Sophie said, looking at me with pure disappointment. "You've really disappointed me." I ignored them. One by one, I picked up the apples and ate them. When I was done, I turned to them and calmly said, "I'm done. Can I leave now?" Everyone was surprised. They had never expected someone who always bowed his head to turn resolute.

“And don’t just waltz inta town, actin’ like everythin’ is fine and dandy, okay? Keep everythin’ on the downlow.” “I’m not a fucking idiot,” Jon snapped, his legs already striding back to his place beside Zoe. The atmosphere was abuzz, loud chatters drowning out the old man’s weak voice as Jon slipped back into the crowd. “Coulda fooled me, kid. Coulda fooled me,” Booker laughed, the raspy chuckle petering into a chesty cough before the line disconnected. Jon stared at the phone, irritatedly shaking his head as he stuffed it back into his pocket.

"I think I'm going to take another walk around the neighborhood. Seeing someone who's sick. Not only poverty, but everything, you know? Someone who wants to give up. So she'll steal without a problem. When we have nothing to lose, we don't care what you're going to gain either.” "That's it," I agreed out loud. "You're too smart, Leo. You need to use this to your advantage. You know you would win the easy world if you had the opportunity. You have to go after it the way you really can.” Leo agreed, and a moment later, the uproar of the drunk young people got too high for us to stay there, so he took me back towards the alley. At that moment, some boys were leaving the house and passed us with

he coughed, “with a cigarette for a god.” The boy—no older than me—hung like a broken syllable. Soot painted his face into someone I didn’t want to know. The hand that still held a lighter was burned where the metal had taught him what devotion costs. We got them out: horses heaving, boy coughing into my sleeve, Jason swaying once on his feet and then deciding the ground would not get the satisfaction. Outside, rain began—not sky rain, but bucket rain. The line found us. Lyra appeared like a curse and a reward. She took the colt’s rope and slapped my face with her eyes until I remembered my lungs.

Whatever the price, Isn't it said that it's not because things are difficult that we don't dare; rather, it's because we don't dare that things are difficult? Well, I have no one as far as I know, and if I don't dare to help myself, then no one will come to my rescue. I am not going to wait to helplessly die here, like a useless dog. I have refused that. As much as it sounds stupid, I want to think that there is a reason as to why I ended up here. My heart goes out to these innocent girls whose lives have been snatched away by these greedy, rotten dogs. Heartless monsters. But maybe, just maybe, if I get out there, someday, somehow, I will be able to help myself get away from this place. And