Best 366 quotes in «stranger quotes» category

On the late afternoon streets, everyone hurries along, going about their own business. Who is the person walking in front of you on the rain-drenched sidewalk? He is covered with an umbrella, and all you can see is a dark coat and the shoes striking the puddles. And yet this person is the hero of his own life story. He is the love of someone’s life. And what he can do may change the world. Imagine being him for a moment. And then continue on your own way.

O zaman neden bilmem, içimde bir şey delinir, yırtılır gibi oldu. Avazım çıktığı kadar bağırmaya başladım, ona küfür ettim, dua filan etmemesini söyledim. Cüppesinin yakasını sımsıkı kavramıştım. Yüreğimin içinde ne varsa hepsini sevinç ve öfke patlamalarıyla karışık bir halde onun yüzüne haykırıyordum. Kendinden ne kadar da emin görünüyordu, değil mi? Halbuki onun bu güvenli edalarının bir kadın saçı kadar bile değeri yoktu.Yaşadığına bile emin değildi, bir ölü gibi yaşıyordu çünkü. Bense ellerim boş gibi duruyordum ama kendimden de, her şeyden de emindim, ondan daha emindim, hayatımdan da, gelmek üzere olan şu ölümden de emindim. Evet, bundan başka şeyim yoktu. Ama hiç değilse, bu gerçek beni nasıl karşılamışsa ben de onu öylece kavramış bulunuyordum.Önceden de haklıydım, şimdi de haklıydım, hep haklı olacaktım. Şimdiye kadar bu şekilde yaşamıştım. Şimdiden sonra da bu şekilde yaşayabilirdim. Şunu yapmış, bunu yapmamıştım. Filan şeyi yapmamıştım, ama falan şeyi de yapmıştım. Daha ne olmak ihtimali vardı? Hayatım boyunca bu dakikayı ve cezaya çarptırılacağım bu şafak saatini beklemiştim sanki. Hiç bir şeyin, ama hiçbir şeyin önemi yoktu ve ben bunun niçin böyle olduğunu biliyordum.

Saying that you do not remember something or someone is a less embarrassing or hurtful way of saying that you do not know it or them anymore.

Perhaps we all have a face behind a face…Good and the bad, happy and sad, sane and insane. We all have an angel and the stranger and we all have the choice!

Rien, rien n'avait d'importance et je savais bien pourquoi.

Search for the stranger inside you, forgotten even by your death.

Seed becomes tree, son becomes stranger.

She was delighted to meet her old self when the wind unexpectedly blew in her direction. The remains of whom she had burnt to ashes & scattered in the air

Se um turista chega a um mundo estranho, onde nem o aspecto exterior, nem a língua, nem os costumes lhe conseguem despertar reminiscências, esse mundo exerce sobre ele um encanto delicioso. Não surge tudo isso que se oferece nos seus olhos - paisagem, costumes e fala - para o seu particular deleite? Não se lhe oferecem todas as características pitorescas para que ele se divirta e tire fotografias? Mas se o mesmo turista se vê, de repente, forçado a permanecer nesse mundo estranho para ganhar o seu pão, o pitoresco torna-se-lhe ambiente quotidiano, os habitantes passam a ser os seus vizinhos, amigos e inimigos e o caso muda inteiramente de figura. O que lhe parecera insólito e exótico ergue-se qual muro espesso entre ele e tudo o que constitui a sua vida, e por muito tempo não passa dum homem à parte, um observador sempre prestes a comparar com este mundo o seu de outrora: um comparsa que, não chegando a pisar o palco, permanece nos bastidores. Por isso o turista é para o estrangeiro domiciliado o que o campista é para um homem que se instalou, de vez, numa cabana.

The question ‘Don’t you remember me?’ is awkward, especially if it was asked by someone you have never known.

Spiritual love is when you see new faces as the oldest.

(...) Tada, ne znam zašto, kao da nešto puknu u meni. Prodereh se iz sveg glasa, ispsovah ga i rekoh neka se ne moli za mene. Zgrabih ga za ovratnik. Istresoh na njega sve što mi je ležalo na srcu koje je igralo od radosti i bijesa. On je baš tako siguran, je li? Pa ipak, cijela ta sigurnost ne vrijedi ni pišljiva boba. Nije čak siguran ni da je živ jer živi kao mrtvac. Ja sam naoko praznoruk, ali sam siguran u sebe, siguran sam u sve, sigurniji od njega, siguran u svoj život i u smrt koja će uskoro doći. Da, ja imam samo to, ali bar posjedujem tu istinu isto onoliko koliko ona posjeduje mene. Imao sam pravo, imam još pravo, imam svako pravo. Živio sam ovako, a mogao sam živjeti i drukčije. Činio sam ovo, a nisam činio ono. Ovo nisam uradio, a ono jesam. Pa onda? Čini mi se kao da sam cijelo vrijeme čekao ovaj čas i osvit dana kad ću se iskupiti. Ništa, ništa nije važno i dobro znam zašto. I on zna zašto. S dna moje budućnosti, za cijelog ovog besmislenog života koji sam vodio, diže se do mene, kroz godine koje još nisu došle, neki neodređeni dah, a taj dah izjednačuje na svom putu sve ono što su mi nekad predlagali, u onim godinama koje sam proživio i koje nisu bile nimalo stvarnije. Što se mene tiče smrt drugih, ljubav jedne majke, što me se tiče njegov Bog, život za koji se netko odlučio, sudbina koju je odabrao, kad jedna jedina sudbina odabire mene i sa mnom na milijarde povlaštenih koji, kao i on, trvrde da su mi braća. Razumije li, razumije li napokon? Svi su povlašteni. Postoje samo povlašteni. I ostali će jednog dana biti osuđeni. I on će biti osuđen. Što mari ako ga optuže zbog ubojstva i smaknu zato što nije plakao na sprovodu svoje majke? Salamanov je pas vrijedio isto toliko koliko i njegova žena. Ona ženica-automat isto je toliko kriva koliko i Marie koja je željela da se uda za mene. Što mari što mi je Raymond bio isto tako pajdaš kao i Céleste koji vrijedi više od njega? Šta mari što Marie pruža danas usne nekom drugom Mersaultu? Razumije li, napokon, taj osuđenik, da s dna moje budućnosti... Gušio sam se vičući sve ovo. Ali ključari su mi već oteli iz ruku ispovjednika i prijetili mi. On ih, međutim, umiri i zagleda se načasak nijemo u mene. Oči mu bijahu pune suza. Okrenu se i nestade.

Talking to strangers is very panic fear, to be fearless and good communicator in long term try talking to strangers with courage like you already know them.

Talk to strangers politely. You don’t how many of them will become your close companions.

That stranger handed me a letter written in my beloved's tears. I opened it, and the letters faded away just like his love for me.

The peculiar situation of the anthropological fieldworker, participating simultaneously in two distinct worlds of meaning and action, requires that he relate to his research subjects as an "outsider," trying to "learn" and penetrate their way of life, while relating to his own culture as a kind of metaphorical "native." To both groups he is a professional stranger, a person who holds himself aloof from their lives in order to gain perspective.

The rangers of the night stay strangers in the eye of time.

Sometimes, on duty, if one trusts a stranger, one’s nerves are on edge. What if I am making a mistake!

Strangers should meet in unfamiliar areas. It's comforting.

Talk to strangers politely... Every friend you have now was once a stranger, although not every stranger becomes a friend.

There is no other place on this earth where I feel such a strong sense of being a stranger than in my historic homeland.

They had lied. Time was not a friend that healed all wounds ;it was the enemy that ravaged and murdered youth.

There’s an undeniable thrill about meeting a stranger and spending a few hours together, indulging in each other’s lives. It’s that spurt of saying whatever you want and leaving it behind with someone who’ll never look at you and think of it again.

We are loved way more by some of the people who have not contacted us in the last twelve or so months than we are loved by some of those who contact us every twelve or so days … or hours.

Um, thanks,” Jackson told her. “And your name is…?” “I’m Margaret, Margaret Van Der Graaf,” she answered with another eerie smile. Her teeth were so white that they looked bleached. “Van Der Graaf?” Jackson repeated, trying to stifle his laughter. He didn’t want to be rude to the only person in sight, to this kind-hearted stranger who was offering to help him, but… Van Der Graaf? “What are you laughing at?” Margaret asked with curiosity, flashing him a calculating gaze. “I like my name. If you’re going to be a jerk, then I won’t help you. You can stay out here on the street through the night for all I care.” “…Harsh,” said Jackson, giving her a quizzical glance back. There was something ‘off’ about her, something that Jackson couldn’t quite place, something that bordered on horrible loneliness and longing. “Who else lives here, Margaret Van Der Graaf?” He couldn’t resist saying her name aloud. Despite its hilarity, it had a nice ring to it. “Who else lives here?” he urged. “Me, myself and I,” said Margaret simply, snickering when she saw his horrified and annoyed expression

We sometimes try to impress people we just met by not trying to impress them.

We shall forever be battling our scars, healing ourselves from the deep scars of childhood, to the awkward scars of adolescence, the hard scars of adulthood and scars of frail old age. In the answering spark in another's eyes, the cosy laughter of friends, and the circle of family, we rush to heal, heal our scars. In the eyes of a complete stranger, we finally find our balm until they are a stranger no more, and then we scar again, only to bleed again.

Why do we believe one stranger and not another?

What an odd thing a stranger is. A stranger sleeping next to you. I listen to his breathing as if it were his entire life, with its hidden processes, the pulsing of the blood in the tissues, with thousands of tiny hidden decays and combustions, which together create and maintain him.

When men learnt to talk in the beginning of the civilised word they used language not as a means of communication alone but as a means of excluding others--using it as a way of setting themselves apart and shutting out strangers.

You can just be your self’s stranger, never its friend, because you are mortal and it is immortal!

Wisdom from a stranger is better than ignorance from a friend.

A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about him.

You live like comfortable strangers. Like characters in a play.

You may have told me your story, but you’re still practically a stranger to me. I don’t know the you that you are right now as well as I know your past.

Again, as egotistical as I am, as self-centered as I am, and as much as I love strangers idolizing me, I find it very crass to be self-promoter in a way.

All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.

Again, your challenge is not just to improve. It is to break the service paradigm in your industry or market so that customers aren't just satisfied, they're so shocked that they tell strangers on the street how good you are.

A Literary Society is the most proper form for the introduction of our Order into any state where we are yet strangers.

Anger is something you should only vent in front of intimates, and friends and relations. Never be angry in front of strangers because you lose face.

A lot of good things start in Virginia; a lot of good things have started in Virginia. We're no strangers to firsts.

And I certainly like being on a plane, next to a stranger, having conversations that you'd never otherwise have. You're unplugged, your phone doesn't work, you're not online.

An identity is questioned only when it is menaced, as when the mighty begin to fall, or when the wretched begin to rise, or when the stranger enters the gates, never, thereafter, to be a stranger.

An Irishman's imagination never lets him alone, never convinces him, never satisfies him; but it makes him that he can't face reality nor deal with it nor handle it nor conquer it: he can only sneer at them that do, and be 'agreeable to strangers', like a good-for-nothing woman on the streets.

Ants and savages put strangers to death.

Anyone who has invented a better mousetrap, or the contemporary equivalent, can expect to be harassed by strangers demanding that you read their unpublished manuscripts or undergo the humiliation of public speaking, usually on remote Midwestern campuses.

A place has almost the shyness of a person, with strangers; and its secret is not to be surprised by a too direct interrogation.

A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us.

Be not inhospitable to strangers lest they be angels in disguise.

A stranger is just a friend I haven't met yet.