Quotes About Stranger Things Novels & Stories

Monsters and creatures are present. Even if you don't die from being a spoiled kid, you might die from stupidity. Don't go around without Rita and don't go with strangers or thieves. And thinking about strangers and thieves suddenly remembered Zen. The green eyed thief. I can't help but to be embarrassed because of my stupidity. Lifting my skirt like no one's business just to wipe my lips. One of the most awkward moments of my life that I will carry in my grave. Argh! I really wish the earth would just swallow me up at that time. Although I didn't die at the hands of the goons, I almost died out of shame.

"Want to talk about it? Or would you prefer I just sit here and make awkward comments until you feel better?" This time she definitely laughed. It was watery and weak, but it was real. "I don't even know you," she said. "Perfect.” I grinned. “Strangers are the best people to vent to. We have no context and can't judge you properly." She wiped her eyes, a small smile forming. "You're really spunky for a human. Most of them are terrified to even talk to us." "Most humans haven't had the kind of week I've had," I said dryly. "At this point, making small talk with a crying wolf barely registers on my weird-o-meter."

“Why am I suddenly worth this much trouble?” Silence stretched. Heavy. Measured. The stranger answered first. “Because you were never just part of his story.” A glance at Alexander. Then back to her. “You’re connected to something much older.” Her chest tightened. “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one you’re ready for.” Alexander stepped forward. “Stop talking.” The stranger didn’t look at him. “That’s your problem.” A pause. “You still think you control what she knows.” Alexander’s voice dropped.

“This is what you need to see.” Travis took the envelope cautiously, his fingers brushing mine—a small, electric moment that sent a warm rush through me. The stranger’s warning was chilling. “Be careful. Not everyone wants the truth to come out.” Travis’s jaw tightened. “Why now? Why drag this up after all this time?” “Because the past doesn’t stay buried,” the stranger said, eyes hard. “And neither do the lies.” As we turned to leave, the stranger called out, “Watch your backs. You’re not alone.”

he countered, his amusement evident in his tone. This time, I couldn't help but laugh at his response. "I mean... seriously. You can confide in a stranger, share your burdens, and then they'll be gone, moving on with their lives without a second thought. If trust is your concern, a stranger can hardly gossip about someone they barely know. And I'm definitely not a bad stranger, I don't gossip." I chuckled in response.

"Why don't you ask her about it?" "I can't...we are doing okay now...I am doing fine now" I said when Chloe interrupts us, I didn't notice that she is still there beside us and then hold my arm. "Everyone must have a reason either good or bad it is, sometimes it is better to just know that there is a proper reason than to live with it mysteriously, worst thoughts come in until you finally know the truth and it is too late for you to understand it already because that mysterious time creates unknown hate and don't let that happen doctor Esther, believe me, it is not a good feeling"

“I’m someone who doesn’t like losing people in the middle of nowhere.” Isabella gave a short, mirthless laugh. “Since when do you care who lives or dies?” “Since the thing out there started counting heads,” he snapped. That shut her up. --- The stranger’s words The kid coughed, throat scraping raw. Then their voice came again, broken at the edges: “They’re… already close.” I leaned down. “Who?” Their eyes rolled, pupils unfocused. “The ones it made.” My stomach twisted cold. I wanted to ask what that meant, but the words stuck somewhere behind my teeth.

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to *do*. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profoun

"I saw that. That was fucking cool. Did you watch the video where they were on stage, and the bass drum exploded at the end?" "I missed that one. I will have to look for it. I'm not that good with my computer plate yet." They fell silent, and then the stranger turned and looked around the mist. "It's not that I haven't had weird dreams before, but this is super weird." The skinny guy laughed to himself. "I sleep next to an alien, so what do I know about weird?" The stranger turned to leave, but now Sloan was interested. "You're in a dream?" "I'm asleep."

"Have you lost your mind?" Karina looked at my expression as if she'd seen a ghost. I gave a cold laugh. This time, everyone had finally arrived.