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

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

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

The knives of jealousy are honed on details.

I cried for all of those things that should have just been for us…

i am alwaysstalking you, my dear. with my thoughtsmy words.my breath.

Rory” I whispered. Clawing out gently beneath the duvet cover, reaching for his hand. But I couldn’t find it. And he didn’t answer.

Don’t play his game. Play yours.

You’re giving me fucking consent to stalk you? Oh, slave…

There’s a fine line between support and stalking and let’s all stay on the right side of that.

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...

Death. It is a strange stalker, one that we spend our whole lives running from, some more successful than others.

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...

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.

Simon leveled the gun at Will again. ‘Now,’ he said casually, ‘someone’s gonna die here in the next minute.’On the other side of the two-way mirror, Sammy took aim.’That’s exactly right,’ she whispered.

If you choose to be fearless, then be fearlessly authentic not an imitation of someone you envy.

He who searches for evil, must first look at his own reflection.

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

Words don’t have the power to hurt you, unless that person meant more to you than you are willing to confess.

Dear 30 years old, why are you stalking me? Please leave me alone or I’ll be forced to alert the authorities.

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

Often a woman that doesn’t have any business being in a fight is there because their ego thinks it can mend what other people can’t. It’s either superiority or a second chance to heal a...

Sketchy black van? Weird stalking of my house? What are you going to do next, offer me some candy?

There was a time when our desire for each other would have landed us in an asylum or prison, had it not been sanctioned by mutual assent. True or false.

I didn’t look over my shoulder; there wasn’t a sound behind me on the pavement, but I knew he was coming slowly after me. The crawl of the skin up and down my back told...

We don’t have dealings. He just stalks me. I’m popular like that.

I was deluded, and I knew it. Worse: my love for Pippa was muddied-up below the waterline with my mother, with my mother’s death, with losing my mother and not being able to get her...