Stalking Quotes

“When someone is stalking you because they think you are stalking them, it makes you wonder who really is the true stalker?”

“When someone is stalking you because they think you are stalking them, it makes you wonder who really is the true stalker?”

“Where's Kraven? Is he stalking me too?"His mouth went tight. "I'm not stalking you.”

“Sealing your lips makes your eyes talk Truth creeps beneath your lame feet’s walk Knees stiffen when blood vessels stalk A pounding heart’s lies hard as rock”

“And there I was at night, chasing after the full moon behind the clouds like a mad man in search of the reflection of the light of love in another person, without daring to light up the spark of light that I had left within myself. It was nowhere to be seen, but I felt it was out there somewhere. I've surely seen it a couple of days ago up in the sky and my eyes couldn't have lied to me, it was so beautiful, or so it appeared to be. I guess I have to stop stalking what can't be seen for awhile and let the light of the full moon find its way through my messed up soul. Maybe it's time to go to sleep and trust that another sunrise will renew what the full moon couldn't clear away tonight. During all that time, I might've not found the light of the moon, but I rested deeply with the sound of the raindrops, while gazing at the quiet river flowing slowly. What a crucial moment to be alive!”

“We don't have dealings. He just stalks me. I'm popular like that.”

“I think the very word stalking implies that you're not supposed to like it. Otherwise, it would be called 'fluffy harmless observation time'.”

“But at the very moment she was thinking these thoughts, adventure, as she afterwards told my Mother, was stalking her.”

“There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep...”

“Oh, I forgot to mention it: My brother is the kind of man whom women stalk. In cooperative packs.”

“I ate a lot of candy and engaged in light stalking: I prowled Blythe’s Instagram and Twitter, I read her reviews, considered photos of her baked goods and watched from a distance as she got on her soapbox – at one point bragging she was the only person she knew who used her real name and profession online. As my fascination mounted, and my self-loathing deepened, I reminded myself that there are worse things than rabid bloggers (cancer, for instance) and that people suffer greater degradations than becoming writers. But still, I wanted to respond.”