Best 366 quotes in «stranger quotes» category

When I came to Johannesburg from the countryside, I knew nobody, but many strangers were very kind to me. I then was dragged into politics, and then, subsequently, I became a lawyer.

When strangers start acting like neighbors... communities are reinvigorated.

When strangers meet, great allowance should be made for differences of custom and training.

When you have a nonverbal conversation with a total stranger, then he cant cover himself with words, he cant create a wall.

When I joined Nirvana, I was the fifth or sixth drummer - I don't know if they'd ever had a drummer they were totally happy with. And they were strangers. There was never much of a deeper connection outside of the music.

Where a blood relation sobs, an intimate friend should choke up, a distant acquaintance should sigh, a stranger should merely fumble sympathetically with his handkerchief.

When you raise girls, you're raising children for strangers.

When I was small, my most serious handicap was a painful bashfulness in the presence of strangers.

While I'm not an expect in psychology, I'm of the opinion that anyone - even strangers - can sense the urgency of a request, and most people will usually do the right thing.

Without our familiar props, we are faced with just ourselves, a person we do not know, an unnerving stranger with whom we have been living all the time but we never really wanted to meet. Isn't that why we have tried to fill every moment of time with noise and activity, however boring or trivial, to ensure that we are never left in silence with this stranger on our own?

You are the Supreme Being, and yet thinking yourself to be separate from it, you strive to become united with it. What is stranger than this?

You can email me, but I prefer letters that come through conventional mail. I like letters that have been licked by strangers.

You can use social media to turn strangers into friends, friends into customers and customers into salespeople.

With my old man I got no respect. He told me never take candy from a stranger unless he offered me a ride.

Youth is stranger than fiction.

Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?

You don't have to prove to me you're beautiful to strangers, I've got loving eyes of my own.

You'll pay the highest price on back roads and in back seats and in a cheap highway motel. But what's a few more strangers in a life of nothing else.

A kind stranger is better than an uncaring friend.

All Ways listen to strangers; They may tell you when a spider is on your shoulder." donnie harold harris

A stranger lies behind my eyes, I know not what he wants; sells me dreams, tells me tales, then with the truth, he haunts.

Although this was not a comforting point of view, he did not reject it, because it coincided with one of his basic beliefs: that a man must at all costs keep some part of himself outside and beyond life. If he should ever for an instant cease doubting, accept wholly the truth of what his senses conveyed to him, he would be dislodged from the solid ground to which he clung and swept along with the current, having lost all objective sense, totally involved with existence.

And now, for something completely the same: Wasted time and wasted breath, 's what I'll make, until my death. Helping people 'd be as good, but I wouldn't, if I could. For the few that help deserve, have no need, or not the nerve, help from strangers to accept, plus from mine a few have wept. Wept from joy, or from despair, or just from my vengeful stare. Ways I have, to look at stupid, make them see I am not Cupid. Make them see they are in error, for of truth I am a bearer. Most decide I'm just a bear, mauling at them, - like I care.

And she called him a stranger. Whose name still echoed in her mind like a war cry. Who had seen each bit of her naked soul and knew how scarred her soul is. Whose reflection still stood, smiling at her every time she stood in front of the mirror.

Are you strange like me, are you insane? Are you the wildfire, that loves pouring rain...

A stranger lies behind my eyes, I know not what he wants; sells me dreams, tells me tales, and with the truth, he then haunts.

A stranger sleeps next to me, like a stone beside another stone.

A total stranger, and one not of one's sex, is often the least prejudiced judge.

Attraction is a funny thing. Women can be beautiful and still do nothing for me. They can be stereotypically sexy and I will still pass them over. They can look innocent and it won’t interest me, have a sassy attitude and I’ll be looking elsewhere. I get bored easily and am as fickle as April weather.

Chance gave her the stink-eye. “You really outta know me better than that by now.” “Yeah, well, every time I think I do, the snake sheds his skin and starts all over again,” she said, eyes boring into his as she said it.

Bea did not want a new mother. She'd hardly even seen the one she once had, except for glimpses out the window when her mother was climbing into a carriage to go off to a party. She'd been as beautiful as an angel, all sparkling and laughing in her lovely gowns, but not much use.

Becoming" a stranger seems easier to maintain than "being" a stranger... The former can be sustained forever and can be resumed time and again... The latter needs just a smile or a handshake or a word of recognition to break...

But how can she get married to a stranger? Just because his resume checked on all the materialistic criteria, it cannot demand the commitment of a lifetime.

But in life, no one is spared, no one is let off the hook. Those buried sensations had to come out, be felt, addressed, and lived through. I wish I could say I let it all out that night. All of the tears, all of the screams, all of the bullshit. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. It would take something much stronger to bring all that out of me. Still. By the time the sun rose the next morning, one thing had changed: I was no longer full of shit... I drove west; needing to escape the gravitational pull of both of my families and anyone who knew them. I needed to wallow in uncertainty, without the balancing effects of religion or school, or friends, or family to cling to. If I was ever going to figure out who I was, I needed to be a stranger again.

Caring is open-hearted, keeping us available to transmit love to a stranger through simple eye contact and without condition. This is not the opportunistic sizing-up of sexual cruising; instead, it’s the felt recognition of the divinity and humanity in another individual.

Do you know which is the greatest epic till date?

Don't behave like your heart and mind are strangers to you; they are yours, don't depend on others to understand them, you got to understand them.

Dr. Jules Hilbert: Hell Harold, you could just eat nothing but pancakes if you wanted. Harold Crick: What is wrong with you? Hey, I don't want to eat nothing but pancakes, I want to live! I mean, who in their right mind in a choice between pancakes and living chooses pancakes? Dr. Jules Hilbert: Harold, if you pause to think, you'd realize that that answer is inextricably contingent upon the type of life being led... and, of course, the quality of the pancakes.

Emmi, chị không phải là Mia. Tôi đã không đặt mong đợi vào Mia – và ngược lại. Mia và tôi, chúng tôi bắt đầu từ vạch xuất phát, như khi hai người làm quen nhau trong điều kiện bình thường. Ở chúng ta thì khác, Emmi: chúng ta xuất phát từ vạch đích, và chỉ còn một hướng để chạy: ngược lại. Chúng ta hướng đến sự tỉnh ngộ bạo liệt. Chúng ta không được sống những gì viết ra. Chúng ta không thể thay thế vô số hình ảnh mà chúng ta đã vẽ ra về nhau. Sẽ là một thất vọng khi chị không bằng cô Emmi mà tôi biết. Và chị sẽ không bằng được! Chị sẽ buồn chán khi tôi không bằng tay Leo mà chị biết. Và tôi sẽ không bằng tay ấy! Sau cuộc gặp mặt đầu tiên (và duy nhất) chúng ta sẽ tỉnh ngộ chia tay nhau, uể oải như sau một bữa ăn ngồn ngộn nhưng không ngon miệng, vậy mà chúng ta đã sốt ruột cả một năm để chờ nó, đã hầm nhừ hầm tử mấy tháng liền. Rồi sao? Hết. Chấm dứt. Nuốt sạch. Làm như chẳng có gì xảy ra chăng? Emmi, lúc đó ta vĩnh viễn có trước mắt hình ảnh mất thiêng, phát lộ, trần tục, thất vọng và tan vỡ của người kia. Chúng ta sẽ không biết nên viết gì cho nhau. Rồi một lúc nào đó về sau, có một lúc ta chạm trán nhau trong tiệm cà phê hay dưới tàu điện ngầm. Chúng ta sẽ cố không nhận ra nhau hay lờ nhau đi, sẽ vội vã quay mặt qua hướng khác. Chúng ta sẽ ngượng ngùng nhận ra “chúng ta” đã trở thành cái gì và còn sót lại cái gì. Chẳng gì cả. Hai con người lạ lẫm, với một quá khứ ảo chung nhau, cái quá khứ đã lừa dối họ một cách bỉ ổi bao tháng ngày.

Each time I bless a stranger- I feel like I have won the Lottery

Everyone, this is the new girl. Elder knows her. New girl, this is everyone.” A few people look up politely; some actually smile. Most, however, look wary at best, disgusted at worse. The nurse closest to me jabs her finger behind her ear and starts whispering to nobody. “What’s wrong with her?” I ask Harley as he leads me to the table he was sitting at. “Oh, don’t worry, we’re all mad here.” I giggle, mostly from nerves. “It’s a good thing I read Alice in Wonder-land . I definitely think I’ve fallen into the rabbit hole.” “Read what?” Harley asks. “Never mind.” All around me, eyes follow my every move. “Look,” I say loudly. “I know I look different. But I’m just a person, like you.” I hold my head up high, looking them all in the eyes, trying to hold their stares for as long as possible. “You tell ’em,” says Harley with another Cheshire grin.

For the Romantic, it is only the briefest of steps from a glimpse of a stranger to the formulation of a majestic and substantial conclusion: that he or she may constitute a comprehensive answer to the unspoken questions of existence.

Embracing strangers is better than rejecting friends.

Every friend was once a stranger and if you know this, you have to understand that conversations are the beginning of connection

Her arms groped forward to guide her when her tears blocked her vision in darkness. Then she couldn't run any more. She sank to her knees and began to cry in her terror. She wanted Gary. She suddenly felt strong arms around her. She bent her head to bury it in Gary's shoulder, trembling in the darkness. Whimpering like a small animal in a trap, she pushed herself closer to him and said in a choked voice, "I'm so frightened!" "I know, my love," the voice said. "I'm so sorry you were hurt." She felt herself being pulled up to him, his grip around her tight. It was a strange feeling in this pitch-black hallway, where not even the light of the moon cast any illumination. The lips she touched were cold and yet they responded to her with an unusual warmth. His hands massaged her back. Something, Melanie thought, was wrong with that. The hands were too smooth, not like a plastered wrist would feel. "Gary?" she asked, backing away. She didn't trust what she couldn't see. "My love," the voice whispered, "there is no need to fear now. I shall protect you from those who mean you harm.

Here are few words to the unknown person who hurted me in a way nobody else did. This has been very impacting, the words still bang my head like marijuana. Even though I didn't knew much about you, I had no idea of the vulgarity of your mind which was so flithy for me but beautifuly coated with saccharine tales and rains with utmost fake sympathy. I sigh almost in tears for the words I never ever imagined to hear from anybody, but you broke that thought away henceforth believing that Satan did existed in the harmony of Angels. We could have been such good friends talking secretly about you to my besty that 'Maris is so warmest being'. You didn't had any idea how much I respected you and your struggles. I wonder how could you do this to a stranger like me who had been happily good to your gestures ever since I Mailed you. That mail just said to take care of my favourite thing and you took a revenge of my kindness. I sigh my pity on you that I cared for you beyond I thought I would do. But my dear, I still have care for you and never wish to accept your apology because you were in anger and wrath does Mahabharata. I just want to tell you that everything you did,hurted me and the challenges are really unbearable, the consequence is worst, you making me alone in such darkness that I wish to sleep in weepy rain and wake up in never.

Her marble tears run down her marble face. A stranger is someone who has no handkerchief. Who has no words to say. Whose shadow mind is burning as he sits watching her hands and thinks how rare! to see a Roman talk with no gestures at all.

Had he already inspired a passion in some stranger’s heart?

I am a human, if i was a foreigner i’d know.

I am a stranger in this city, but this city gave me a new life!