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Each time Stalker called you 'dove', I wanted to hit him. Because you're not a little gray bird ... you're all the light in the world.
You can't stalk what's yours", he returned.
I looked at his shirt. "Yes, I suspect that's what all the stalkers say.
Are you stalking me? Because that would be super.
So are we stalking your ex-husband?"
"I'm a licensed private investigator," I said. "I'm licensed to stalk."
"Really?"
"In most cases."
"What about this case?"
"In this case," I said. "We're stalking the hell out of him.
I think the very word stalking implies that you're not supposed to like it. Otherwise, it would be called 'fluffy harmless observation time'.
It's never too late for stalking
He seems friendly, but what do I know? I do call him Stalker Boy for a reason.
The stalker, meanwhile, stepped into the road. Didn't even check for traffic. There wasn't any, but something told me this was lucky for traffic rather than the stalker.
I don't think one stalker is allowed to call another stalker a stalker.
Hello, Paranoia, My Old Friend
I have had stalkers over the years. The police deal with it but it is very scary. One man kept turning up where we filmed 'Countdown in Leeds,' which was scary. It was sad as he'd been sectioned and thought I was talking to him through the TV.
I took my time and observed Ryder Kingscott - the legend, the most envied, desired, talked about, etc., guy in school - mutating before my eyes into Ryder Kingscott, the ... possible stalker?
Crap. What do I say?
"Hi, I followed you here."
Yeah, that's not super creepy and stalkerish at all.
Nope, time for plan B.
Your name. That's all I want. I debate on whether or not I should explain to him that my name isn't going to help him in his stalking endeavours.
I don't think it's stalking if I get an invitation, but yes, I'd love to accompany you to the store."
"I don't know if I'm ready for this huge jump in status," I tease. "From stalker to chaperone in a day? You'll think I'm easy.
You know, I have guys that are almost stalkers ... it is very strange. I had this one guy that e-mailed me off my site, and thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend. He then came to my house in London, I do not know how he found it.
no means no, u weirdo stalkerhead!
For stalker food, Martha Stewart is the woman to go to.
Ever since I started to get recognition I've picked out certain fans and reverse-stalked them.
Only a woman is capable of stalking someone, just so she could have the pleasure of ignoring him.
I had a stalker while filming a movie in Spain last year. She stood outside of my apartment I used every day for weeks, all day, every day. I was so bored and lonely that I went out and had dinner with her. I just complained about everything in my life and she never came back.
It's okay," I assure her. "I like stalkers.
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.
I call it viewing from afar, they call it stalking.
Do you ever leave a message for somebody and the answering machine cuts you off, and you have to decide whether you should not call back, or call back and appear like a stalker? "Hi. It's me again. I forgot to tell you that I'm going to kill you. Because I'm the freak who keeps calling and calling."
Where are you actually going?" My voice rings down the empty street. "I just told you. I'm going out stalking." "What, on foot?" I come closer by another six paces. "You were going to walk?" "I was going to run down the middle of the street like the Terminator.
Okay, to be fair, I had tried to Google-stalk him. But Google-stalking is a far cry from having your demonblood best friend park his vampmobile across the and use his x-ray vamp vision to spy into someone's house. That's just rude.
Don't beat yourself up about being a nut job. Facebook's made stalkers out of us all.
He pulls up outside my duplex. I belatedly realize he's not asked me where I live - yet he knows. But then he sent the books, of course he knows where I live. What able, cell-phone-tracking, helicopter owning, stalker wouldn't.
I engage in subtle stalking. That's entirely different and perfectly socially acceptable.
That boy needs a hobby."
"Stalking is a hobby."
"So is serial killing.
The doo-wop stalker love song on a Cincinnati oldies station
you broke up with me because I was an obnoxious jerk and now you're dating him, so I drive by your house and stare in your window every night, thereby proving that I'm an even bigger creep than you thought
Its a fine line between love and stalking.
Stalking is an underrated startup strategy.
Love without evidence is stalking.
It doesn't matter how old you are, what level of schooling you've had or where you live - stalking is innate to the female psyche. We've all been there.
When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider the orderliness of the world.
Aw, that's romantic... in a creepy, stalkerish sort of way." His
It's not stalking if you don't follow them home, right?
I was just about to ask you the same thing. I know you followed me. Don't look so suprised. It's called a rearview mirror. Are you stalking me for a specific reason?
Emotional attachments are messy. They end with broken hearts and stalking.
It wasn't enough to pass him as we were heading to your house or cutting over to the library. Soon you had to have sightings in the halls too. Then sightings turned to spying, and spying to stalking. You could tell me how many pairs of jeans he owned before you officially knew his name.
Stalkers lips curled into a sneer. "You won't make a move without him, huh? That's embarrassing."
"No," I said softly. "It just hurts because you wish it was you.
I used to think I could learn about Jesus by studying Him, but now I know Jesus doesn't want stalkers.
There's a fine line between support and stalking and let's all stay on the right side of that.
You know, if you're going to stalk someone, you should be less obvious. For starters, try not to standing in the middle of a field, gawking at your prey.
I start to wonder if I'm being creepy. I mean, I am creeping. Does creep-ing automatically make one creep-y? Or are there dispensations for ... romance? I bet all stalkers believe they're being romantic. I did it for love, officer.
Celebrity stalkers also are not necessarily fixated on one person as the public thinks. Rather, they tend to switch targets, going from, say, an athlete to an actor to a politician.
Stalking's when you follow the person and won't leave them alone. Waiting is different. It's a form of tribute, like a vigil, and fate rewards it.
There is a very fine line between listening and stalking.
Some people are meant to disappear from your life, to remain a memory, a faded possibility. A curiosity. I ought to know. But when curiosity is so easily fulfilled, how do you avoid fulfilling it? A button is pressed and you're friends again.
There's blood behind the Night Stalker.
I had a stalker who was extremely violent. He broke into the studio with knives and I was locked in a bathroom.
like a hunter stalking his prey.
THUMB,
I HOPE I WILL NOT BORE YOU WITH HOW TOTALLY, TOTALLY I ADORE YOU. THE FUNNY WAY YOU HAVE OF TALKING, THE CUTE WAY YOU HAVE OF WALKING. PLEASE DO NOT FEEL THAT I AM STALKING YOU.
LOVE, HENDERSON
I am being stalked across the Web. And why is this happening? Pretty simple: It's huge business.
You needn't worry about my following you or looking for you Princess. I'm not in the business of keeping someone who doesn't want to be kept.
The subject of an outsider who becomes obsessed.
Is it found the Zodiac Killer or The Night Stalker?
Don't be stupid, privacy is an illusion in today's electronic world. And i always investigate the people who interest me
Oh, man. You're him. The cute and brooding vampire boyfriend."
"She said I was cute and brooding?" I asked. "Never mind. Why can't I reach her? Where is she?
She had personal details about my relationships that only my close friends should have known. "So you've got a stalker," I said to my reflection in the rearview mirror. "And she eats people. Great.
We don't have dealings. He just stalks me. I'm popular like that.
Vee said," I'm trying to read the title he's holding ... hang on ... How to Be a Stalker."
"He is not checking out a book with that title." But I wasn't so sure.
"It's either that or How to Radiate Sexy Without Trying.
You're chasing him, but who's chasing you?
Why did you find me? Why did you date my best friend? Why did you pretend to be my friend?
You're giving me fucking consent to stalk you? Oh, slave ...
I hope that if I ever disappear, people don't look for me based on the last websites I visited. Kind of an awkward press conference for my parents. Officer, do you have any leads? Well, based on Mr. Finnegan's computer entries, we think he was abducted by Sorority Sluts.
Death is not a stalker, always looking for us. Death is a scorekeeper tallying up how much we love life and how much we are willing to work for it. We die when we stop living.
You're such a stalker, Seth. How long were you standing there?"
"I am not a stalker, and I was standing there long enough to realize you have no self-control and you're unstable. I kind of like that about you - mainly because I find it entertaining.
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.
Maybe.You're totally stalkable.
Thanks?
Did I really just get assaulted by a big scary man, then get saved by my stalker?
... Yeah. That about sums it up.
I never play the victim, I'd rather be a stalker.
Maybe I should follow someone considering my next book is titled stalked.
Some sort of psychopath, like a serial killer.
I turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I'm the stranger.
So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.
I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
Lady, how the hell do I know who you are or I am or anybody is?
Maybe she appears terrified now because I practically chase her down and I'm giving her absolutely no explanation. I'm just standing here like a creepy stalker and I have no idea how to even ask her if she's the girl I lost all those years ago. - Dean Holder
A hunter in love with his prey.
The Stalker seems to be weak, but essentially it is he who is invincible because of his faith and his will to serve others.
When I wake up in the morning I often find messages left to me on my phone. Then I read the messages and I suspect that I'm being stalked by a madwoman. And I am. That madwoman is me. The calls are coming from inside the house. Some
It's creepy to see fan sites about me.
Saint or stranger, I still recklessly seek you.
You're the only person whom I want to know about me.
A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.
So you're a stalker?" I asked with a hard stare.
He smirked, a knees-turning-to jelly kind of smirk. "I prefer gravitationally linked to your presence.
I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it may be another hundred before we meet again.
anonymous mystery
I don't just let anyone find me, you know?Find-- Andrew Smith
A friend who had a very charming and dangerous brother.
Are you stalking me, Mr. Fulton? The idea both amused and horrified Jazz.
No more creepy online alter egos in the name of love.
I walk to Starbucks for a quick caffeine fix when I hear a voice too familiar and annoying to be real. 'Tsk tsk pati ba naman dito sinusundan mo ako? Grabe a, are you stalking me?
This is the last time I ever get a private detective off the internet.
Anyone from my past I'm interested in, I've already stalked their homes. I like to go outside.
Stalking me again, I see. Do I need to get a restraining order?" "In your dreams, Kitten." He smirked. "Oh wait, I'm already starring in those, aren't I?" I rolled my eyes. "Nightmares, Daemon. Nightmares.
How did you get my number?" I blurted, before I could stop myself.
"It's called research." I could hear him smirking over the phone.
"Or stalking."
Noah chuckled. "You're adorable when you're bitchy."
"You're not," I said, but smiled despite myself.