Best 141 quotes in «strangers quotes» category

Sympathy from strangers can be ruinous.

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

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.

Thank you," I said bravely, dropping the syllables cleanly, like marbles, and secretly full of the most pathetic pride imaginable. I had spoken to strangers.

The guilt you felt when you were smiling and others were suffering, the guilt you felt when you were petty with friends and impatient with your parents, when you were rude to your teachers and didn’t stand up for strangers, that guilt is marvellous. It proves that you are human, that you want to be better. Thank this guilt for teaching you, for making you aware. And now endeavour to better yourself. It is a lifelong work to become the person we want to be.

The ideal marriage is between two people who have never met.

The house seemed so different at night. Everything was in its correct place, of course, but somehow the furniture seemed more angular and the pictures on the wall more one-dimensional. She remembered somebody saying that at night we are all strangers, even to ourselves, and this struck her as being true.

The main point about civility is...the ability to interact with strangers without holding their strangeness against them and without pressing them to surrender it or to renounce some or all the traits that have made them strangers in the first place.

The most spectacular moment of my daily life is connection with a stranger by communication.

The older you get, the easier it is for you to distinguish between your friends and people you are not seeing for the first time.

The two half sisters, strangers to each other, sat at the breakfast counter looking out at the unhindered view of the hills.

The power that each of us has over complete strangers to make them feel terrible and and frightened and weak is amazing.

There may be no secrets in small towns, but there are no strangers either.

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.

These stories, I realized, were lost. Nobody was going to know that part of the city but as a place where a bomb went off. The bomb was going to become the story of this city. That's how we lose the city - that's how our knowledge of what the world is is taken away from us - when what we know is blasted into rubble and what is created in its place bears no resemblance to what there was and we are left strangers in a place we knew, in a place we ought to have known.

There are people you meet that light the darkest corners of your mind. They don't ask you questions. They don't intimidate you. They just look at you and they smile. They smile because they know what it feels like to have been where you are or because they have this inner ability to understand where you are coming from. They don't hold your hand. They don't hug you. They don't tell you it's going to be okay or shower you with words of love. They give you some of their time and a bit of their presence. And something only few people really master: To listen genuinely to what you have to say.

The two girls used to meet several times a day, and every time they met, Kitty's eyes said: "Who are you? What are you? Are you really the exquisite creature I imagine you to be? But for goodness' sake don't suppose," her eyes added, "that I would force my acquaintance on you, I simply admire you and like you." "I like you too, and you're very, very sweet. And I should like you better still, if I had time," answered the eyes of the unknown girl.

The woman smiles and says, "Hey," the standard Norwegian greeting. I "Hey" back, but then she says a whole sentence and I am force to explain, in English, that I have no idea what she is saying. I feel like a fraud, and I see a change in the focus of her eyes. I am a stranger, and even if I am no less welcome, I am still a stranger.

To one full of love: a stranger is his brother, a stranger is his sister, a stranger is his mother, a stranger is his father. To one full of self: a stranger is a nuisance, a stranger is an intruder, a stranger is an adversary, a stranger is a stranger.

Through the various branches of your tree, you are connected to the entirety of human history. When we talk about the ancient Egyptians building the pyramids, we're not talking about a bunch of exotic strangers, we're talking about our great-great-many-times-great grandparents!

Trade cannot exist without trust, and it is very difficult to trust strangers.

Upon reflection, I marvel that no one saw through me enough to bundle me off to the nearest mental institution. The fact that it didn't happen depended less on my being a good actress than the fact that I was surrounded, as I had been all my life, by strangers.

We are not strangers. It’s a lack of trust that keeps us separated.

We are not strangers, only the introduction is missing.

We are the 2 am friendly strangers who give new meaning to loneliness.

We are relatives at the village and yet we become strangers in the city

We encounter God in the face of a stranger. That, I believe, is the Hebrew Bible’s single greatest and most counterintuitive contribution to ethics. God creates difference; therefore it is in one-who-is-different that we meet god. Abraham encounters God when he invites three strangers into his tent.

We end up being unknown to those who have known us for too long.

We live in a world where strangers see your gifts and those who know you can't get past the box you originally arrived in.

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

We shall meet, but as strangers. It is the end of an era. A whole part of my life is torn away.

What is inspiration in strangers is jealousy in kinsmen.

We were strangers under the same roof. We were perfect pretenders in the stage of the world.

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.

What chance combination of shadow and sound and his own thoughts had created it?

What do you mean? In Old Castle? I still live with my parents in case you haven’t noticed, Jack. Those two strangers – that man and woman sitting on my sofa – are actually my parents. Oh, you mean your place? Yes, let’s evict your parents…let’s place them neatly in a cardboard box and leave it by the rubbish bins!

What should I call you? A friend, a stranger, or a lover? I remember the day you laid your eyes on me the first time. There was just something unwavering about that moment. It wasn’t peaceful or absolute. It was definite. Something that was bound to happen. It was like as if our souls were waiting for us to collide. And oh we did! We collided like meteors, giving this universe a spectacular view. From my 2 am thought that used to keep me up at night, you soon became my 2 am call. From an almost stranger to my skin, you became a part of me. But just like every collision, ours also had to end in destruction. The 2 am call soon became a 2 am thought. The thought still keeps me up at night, but not for the same reasons. From strangers to lovers and lovers to strangers again, our journey hasn’t been ordinary. Someone asked me about you today and for a moment, I didn’t know what to call you. Who are you to me now? A friend – no. Definitely not a lover. I guess, you and I – we are just strangers with memories.

When Derek hesitated, Chloe said, "If you leave, either I go with you and take the same risk or stay here, with strangers. Without you." He scowled at her. "Yes, it's a low blow," she said. "But I'll use whatever works right now."

When everyone was busy playing their cards, guessing others hands and counting chips, we took a deck and a bottle and a corner table. At the end of that dreamy night, rattles stopped, bottles emptied, everyone gone. But there on our table was this beautiful house erected of cards, stories, hopes and secrets. Something we built quite unknowingly. She looked at me with starry eyes and whispered – “Can we keep it?” The curious inn keeper, from a distance answered – “No”. She made a face and looked at me and I said – “We shall come back tomorrow and make a new one everyday”. And we never did.

When I bless strangers, it places me in a state of euphoria for a very long time. Altruism rocks!!!

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.

When we involve others in spontaneous acts of kindness, we go from being strangers to becoming a united team connected at the heart level.

you are as fleetingly beautiful as a mother’s tears and a father’s pranks a brother’s bachelorhood and a best friend’s bad mood a bride’s glittering jitters and a handsome stranger’s smile.

You can always tell something when a woman is overdressed---either she's an outsider, or she's insane.

Time and need compels to trust strangers even for a specific time

You don’t know how much is tiring to stay here Since chaos is all I know Mess is all I see And noise is all I hear... I wish I could escape this hell to a place Where l know no one and no one knows my name; Flying as if I’ve never been tamed before Laughing is if I’ve never cried before And dancing as if there is no other eye around to look at me …

You know India is as modern as western countries. People here sleep with strangers too. Of course, after marrying them.

You will forever be a stranger in a world that cannot really understand you...

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