Stalker Quotes

“You're a stalker with hooves."
"I am not! I followed her to the Big House and hid in a bush and watched the whole thing.”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

“Let everything that's been planned come true. Let them believe. And let them have a laugh at their passions. Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world. And most important, let them believe in themselves. Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing. When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. When a tree is growing, it's tender and pliant. But when it's dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death's companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Because what has hardened will never win.”
― Andrei Tarkovsky

“I sneaked out to his house a couple times in the middle of the night to watch over him while he slept, just in case, I don't know, his comic book collection decided to spontaneously combust. This was dumb and admittedly creepy in an Edward Cullen kind of way.”
― Cynthia Hand, Hallowed

“Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker”
― Stephenie Meyer, Midnight Sun [2008 Draft]

“Don't play his game. Play yours.”
― Rachel Caine, Fall of Night

“What are you going to do? Are you going to live in the dark, locked in here? Afraid to look out, answer the door, leave? Yes, he's out there, and he's clearly not going to leave you alone until one of three things happens: he hurts you and gets arrested, or he makes a mistake and gets arrested, or you stop him.”
― Rachel Caine, Fall of Night

“I would be lying if I said I didn't get a kick out of the assignment. Here I am, a "troubled youth," and my self-chosen treatment is to become a stalker. Okay, not stalker. Research Analyst.”
― Lindsey Leavitt, Sean Griswold's Head

“Are you stalking me, Mr. Fulton?" The idea both amused and horrified Jazz.”
― Barry Lyga, I Hunt Killers

“I don't believe outstandingly beautiful and charismatic women create obsession in what would otherwise be normal men, but rather they attract the weirdos and the stalkers; flames in the darkness that these disturbing people inhabit, unwittingly drawing them closer until they extinguish the very flame they were drawn to.”
― Rosamund Lupton, Sister

“He had to get inside. It was essential that he know everything, the routes she took, her schedule, and the lay of the land.
The silver moon glowed overhead, mocking him. Somewhere in the trees an owl hooted its laughter at his failure.

Randy--from Spring Cleaning--Coming Summer 2012”
― Brandi Salazar, Spring Cleaning

“Mom was silent for a moment. “I’m sorry, Melissa, but can you blame me for worrying? In less than an hour I found out you’re being stalked by a killer, sleeping with a stranger, and hiding with him in an empty apartment. You have to admit that sounds…unsettling.”
― Robin DeJarnett, Whirlwind

“Terri had already gotten her panties into a bunch just from one little phone call, so he knew coming at her too much too fast would be more trouble than it was worth. He couldn’t exactly beat her into submission, not right away anyway. Although he did enjoy seeing her get all riled up.
Nothing tugged at a man’s heartstrings like a pair of mascara smeared eyes.

Randy from Spring Cleaning-- Coming Summer 2012”
― Brandi Salazar, Spring Cleaning

“Takva je granica između ljubavi i obožavanja. Još tanja je granica između obožavanja i ludila. Ono što razdvaja ludilo od obožavanja je stvarnost. Da li te voli onaj koga voliš? Da li zna da postojiš?”
― Tamara Kučan, Bivirgata

“She would hate him even more if she knew all the depraved things he’d done. The fantasies, the stalking, the fucking obsession. That he had used her shampoo to jerk off and stolen her clothes, her lipstick. That when she wasn’t around, he had sometimes lain in her bed and imagined what it would be like to touch her the way she said she’d wanted to be touched in her journal.

And of course, he had watched her touch herself. Every catch of her breath, every discreet rustle of fabric, every teasing glimpse of brown skin—he had seen it all, and taken it as a sign that not even Jay was immune to pleasure. And, more importantly, that he could give it to her.

He could be the one to make her come.”
― Nenia Campbell, Sine Qua Non

“The closer your social media you is to the real you, the happier you’ll be.”
― Sean Patrick Brennan, Moments to Spare

“I’m going to fuck you all night in the same bed where your now-dead husband used to sleep.”
― K. Webster, Thomas

“Be usefull, not useless.”
― TC Williams, Resident Stalker: The Superintendent Chronicles

“If you're not able to see all the other parts of me that I shamelessly wear on my sleeve, lass... I'm happy to break it down for you. I'm honest. Sometimes, as brutally as my kills. You're wrong about me not knowin' love. I love just as hard as I fuck. I'm nothin' if not loyal, Seven Grey, and I might be a horrible singer, but it comes straight from my black heart. I knew you were mine the minute I looked into those eyes, and I'll do whatever it takes to put a smile on that face, even if I have to dig my own grave to do it." His breath skated over my chin, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. "I'm gonna go take this rapist van back. It's not doin' much for my image.”
― H.B. Elliott

“If a few weeks earlier she’d been shocked to hear of the murder in their small town, now she felt as if there weren’t enough murders. There weren’t enough victims cut down for their lies, their treachery, and their utter stupidity.”
― Sean Patrick Brennan, Moments to Spare

“Like a once clever fish that kept slipping the hook, [he'd] finally been caught, pulled at last from the dark, deep waters of his treachery and lies.”
― Sean Patrick Brennan, Moments to Spare

“When he spoke, it was to the gun, as if it was the one in control, the one he’d need to negotiate with.”
― Sean Patrick Brennan, Moments to Spare

“He watched his captive as if admiring a cute little puppy begging for a snack, and his face shined with genuine amusement.”
― Sean Patrick Brennan, Moments to Spare

“¿Lloran las diosas? ¿Cenan chocolate? ¿Stalkean? ¿Cómo dirías que sabe su coño?”
― Nelia Higueras Escoda, Creces, vives regu y luego… te mueres

“I want to keep you,” he repeats. I almost can’t make out his words. He’s close. Voice shaking, scratchy, a low growl penetrated by groans and gasps. “Keep you here where I can make sure you’re safe. Where no one will ever hurt you. I will make you smile every day, forever. All you have to do is live, Oakley. Smile for me. Laugh. I’ll give you the world.” He shivers and I barely hear the last two words: “Love me,” he whispers.”
― Crea Reitan, Loren

“A stalker may vanish from their target's radar, but the target will never disappear from theirs. Out of sight is cold comfort, not safety. The shock or denial that they are now hunted prey in their former life is a potentially fatal illusion. Like a leopard with its unchangeable spots, a stalker's obsessive mindset is always their default pattern.”
― Stewart Stafford

“I think that obsessiveness enabled her to justify to herself what she was doing. Desperate people can think up reasons to justify almost anything, be they stupid or clever”
― C.J. Sansom, Sovereign

“I wonder if anyone watches me, if someone across the street sees the glow of my bedroom, the silhouette of my canopy, the flick of my vape light, the press of my palm against glass. Do they see a girl? Or do they see the monster inside the maiden?

I could be your neighbor. I could be the one who waves at your dog, the one who compliments your shoes on the train, the one who holds the door for your precious daughter.

And I could be the last thing you ever see.”
― Lee Stackhouse, Diary of a Damsel Dame

“I could tie someone up with that silk scarf and throw him into the river, his bloated body bobbing up in the morning to spoil the tourists’ breakie.

I could stab someone’s eardrums in with the stiletto of my candy-pink heels.

I could slit someone’s eyeballs open with my mermaid scale sequin bomber jacket.
And I’d look fabulous doing it.

I think about that sometimes. The utility of beauty.”
― Lee Stackhouse, Diary of a Damsel Dame

“People like them never expect darkness to crawl into their perfect lives.

Robots, both of them, NPCs wandering around in the matrix as a reminder to fall in line with the made up fallacy of an American Dream—a nickname for an idea so perfectly aligned with its inevitable destiny of doom it sounds preplanned.

They pose as a remnant of the nuclear family, an idiotic ideal that catastrophically blew apart nearly immediately after conception—an intelligent design behind the hellscape we know as society.”
― Lee Stackhouse, Diary of a Damsel Dame

“Loneliness was never meant for the living; it was especially designed for the dying by Satan himself.

Whether we’re surrounded by loved ones or not, it’s only the one slipping into the next world that is experiencing death.

Dying is the loneliest moment of anyone’s life—and everyone seems hell-bent on getting there as fast as possible.”
― Lee Stackhouse