Quotes About Stranger

I don't know Sally Jenkins. I've met her once. I wouldn't know her in an elevator.

You hear all this talk about Southern hospitality. And they'll break their necks for you, all right, if you're family. Or if you've lived here for a hundred years. But if you're a stranger …

I understand right enough," the stranger said slowly. "I just wanted to make sure you did. You had the greatest gift of all conferred upon you—the gift of life, of being a part of this world and taking a part in it. Yet you denied that gift." As the stranger spoke, the church bell high up on the hill sounded, calling the townspeople to Christmas vespers. Then the downtown church bell started ringing.

e con me porto un vento di paesaggi, una superba leggerezza, un candido coraggio di straniero. E tu non spandi che silenzio. O sconosciuto ch'eri tutto: il ragazzo perduto nella casa, il giovane borghese che cullava i falsi amori dell'amato cuore, ora sei nulla, IL NULLA , il puro errore.

The first time I met my father was when I was 25. I was visiting here in Los Angeles, I had not moved here yet. And he came down to meet me. It wasn't emotional, it was like meeting a stranger.

I feel like a visitor just about everywhere.

According to this mind-set, there can only be two precursors to rape: (1) A stranger jumps out from the bushes; (2) There is no rape unless the woman puts up a fight, to the death if necessary.

When the sex is persuasively rendered, it tends to read autobiographically, and there are limits to my desire for immersion in a stranger's biochemistry.

She craned up on her toes and kissed my cheek...Don't do that, I said. You just met me. This is New York.

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.

He then desired to know, "What arts were practised in electing those whom I called commoners: whether a stranger, with a strong purse, might not influence the vulgar voters to choose him before their own landlord, or the most considerable gentleman in the neighbourhood?

A stranger and afraid in a world I never made.

I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.

History is a hermaphrodite with many distinguished lovers. We are neither mysteries nor strangers but the living breath of revelation made flesh by the unrestrained desires of a free and universal love. Universal me. Universal you." --from Past Present and Future are One

Here is my sacrifice: my hummingbird landing in a stranger's palm.

Then he told me that that was like the Stranger. "That book?" "You wind a rubber band around your wrist so your hand falls asleep." "Oh," I said. "Does it do the trick?" Tom wished to God he knew, but there were never any rubberbands when he needed one.

17For the Lord your God is *God supreme and Lord supreme,-d the great, the mighty, and the awesome God, who shows no favor and takes no bribe, 18but upholds the cause of the fatherless and the widow, and befriends the stranger, providing him with food and clothing.—19You too must befriend the stranger, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt.

27But do not neglect the Levite in your community, for he has no hereditary portion as you have. 28*Every third year-a you shall bring out the full tithe of your yield of that year, but leave it within your settlements. 29Then the Levite, who has no hereditary portion as you have, and the stranger, the fatherless, and the widow in your settlements shall come and eat their fill, so that the Lord your God may bless you in all the enterprises you undertake.

and when Justine came to join us and saw the handsome stranger she blushed to the roots of her hair and I saw how beautiful she had become, and that she was in a sense finished, and I wondered whether this was how a painter might feel, looking at a canvas and realising there was no more he could or ought to do to it.

I remember being at Greenblatt's on Sunset, and some guy just walked straight up to me, and he had some bling on and whatever, and said something about a party down in Malibu and asked if I would jump in his car and go to the party. All I could think was, 'Who are you? I don't know you, and I don't care about how good your car is.'

I don't know Jeb Bush. I've never met him.

They say truth is sometimes stranger than fiction, but there's such a thing as believability when you're writing a novel.

Strangely, I heard a stranger say, I am with you.

But the best conversation is rare. Society seems to have agreed to treat fictions as realities, and realities as fictions; and the simple lover of truth, especially if on very high grounds, as a religious or intellectual seeker, finds himself a stranger and alien.