Quotes About Stranger

William thought of that sacrament now and felt bad for all the children who were forced to divide their ordinary lives into sins and not-sins so they would have something to say to a cassocked stranger.

There was something too extraordinary in the appearance of this man, too singular in his conduct, to pass unnoticed by the visitors. He. was of a tall thin figure, bending forward from the shoulders; of a sallow complexion, and harsh features, and had an eye, which, as it looked up from the cloke that muffled the lower part of his countenance, seemed expressive of uncommon ferocity.

No foreign sky protected me,no stranger's wing shielded my face.I stand as witness to the common lot,survivor of that time, that place.

Oh, my home is not my own – I lament and rue. Answer, stranger yet unknown, I am seeking you!

You don't really believe I intend harm, do you?" If he intended to marry her, she considered that great harm indeed. But Flora the housemaid couldn't say that. Bill rose and gave himself a good shake before he trotted forward to investigate the stranger's boots. Bite him, Bill. Lord Lyle clicked his elegant fingers. And Bill, the rotten traitor, yipped in delight and rolled over to offer his pink belly for a scratch. "Nice

Like the dandelion clocks, all blown and dispersed on the wind, my life has evaporated into the emptiness of a dream; for which I blame my betrayer, that dubious stranger wearing the mask of a once-loved face.

The men's tanned faces, the faces of the women, bright with cosmetics, all suddenly appeared similar, as though wearing identical masks; hard, smiling, decorative, devoid of feeling. Not one of the seemed capable of expressing affection or pity or any of the softer emotions. They frightened her, these gay, hard, animated, worldly masks; she would always be a stranger among them, lost, ill-at-ease, out of place.

It is not easy to describe my mother. Remote and starry, her sad stranger's grace did not concern the landscape of the day. Should I say that she was beautiful or that she did not love me? Have shadows beauty? Does the night love her child?

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.

A stranger is someone who sits very still at the kitchen table, looks down at his knuckles, thinks some day we will laugh about this, doesn't believe it.

Thousands of girls have climbed up stairs and knocked on a door answered by a woman who is a complete stranger, to whom they are about to entrust their stomach and their womb. And that woman, the only person who can rid them of their misfortune, would open the door, in an apron and patterned slippers, clutching a dish towel, and inquire, "Yes, Miss, can I help you?

Moi, je suis l'écrivain, la pute, l'étrangère, la femme libre aussi. Je ne suis pas le « bien » qu'on possède et qu'on exhibe, qui console. Je ne sais pas consoler.

Aveam privilegiul de a trai inca de la inceput, in mod constant, pe deplin constienta, ceea ce intotdeauna sfarsesti prin a descoperi cu stupoare si descumpanire, barbatul pe care-l iubesti este un strain.

He kept on digging but the grave did not get any deeper. "The dead are poor," he said in the voice of the stranger. You can't be any poorer than dead.

The moment one accosts a stranger or is accosted by him is above all in this life the moment of drama... Whoever we meet watches us intently at the quick, strange moment of meeting, to see whether we are disposed to be friendly.

A man who goes forth to take the life of another whom he does not know must believe one thing only - that by his act he will change the course of history.

Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.

When a stranger comes into our presence, then, first appearances are likely to enable us to anticipate his category and attributes, his 'social identity' - to use a term that is better than 'social status' because personal attributes such as 'honesty' are involved, as well as structural ones, like 'occupation.'

PRAY FOR THE SOUL OF THE DEMOISELLE JEANNE D'Ys, WHO DIED IN HER YOUTH FOR LOVE OF PHILIP, A STRANGER. A.D. 1573." But upon the icy slab lay a woman's glove still warm and fragrant.

I don't trust people who cook from recipes," said the stranger, as if he hadn't heard him. "So whom do you trust?" asked Morini. "People who eat when they're hungry, I guess," said the stranger. Then

Who had that young man been who had thought himself so old and worldly-wise? He was a stranger to me now.

think of this often, drifting from community to community, always being the stranger and never the neighbor. People all over really are the same. They want to fall in love. They're glad to survive each day. They pray their children will have a better life than they did. These truths bind

He thought of the man he'd seen seconds

Never talk to strangers. If someone ever tries to take you, fight with everything you have. Scream as loud as you can. (He'd never told her what to do if the man was too strong and there was no one to hear her screaming.)