Quotes About Stranger

Hell is eternal apartness. What had she done that she must spend the rest of her years reaching out with yearning for them, making secret trips to long ago, making no journey to the present? I am their blood and bones, I have dug in this ground, this is my home. But I am not their blood, the ground doesn't care who digs it, I am a stranger at a cocktail party.

I am their blood and bones, I have dug in this ground, this is my home. But I am not their blood, the ground doesn't care who digs it, I am a stranger at a cocktail party.

I am a stranger at a cocktail party.

The jail was Maycomb's only conversation piece: its detractors said it looked like a Victorian privy; its supporters said it gave the town a good solid respectable look, and no stranger would ever suspect that it was full of niggers.

Hell is eternal apartness. What had she done that she must spend the rest of her years reaching out with yearning for them, making secret trips to long ago, making no journey to the present?I am their blood and bones, I have dug in this ground, this is my home. But I am not their blood, the ground doesn't care who digs it, I am a stranger at a cocktail party.

Fate seems to be taking me in some even stranger directions.

I wanted to begin a new life where I didn't know a soul.

Stranger in a strange country.

I have been a stranger here in my own land: All my life

If we deny the thirst of love, we stand to lose the last known address of the stranger whithin us.

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

No one can be alone when he befriends with the forgotten stranger inside him.

I don't have time for this I've got to go pick a fight with a muscular stranger.

Once outside, the stranger continued his warning. "Go back to the old ways! Hibernate! Only those who hibernate shall be saved! So says I.M. Weird!" Officer Marguerite closed the door. But out of sight isn't always out of mind. The raggedy stranger's warning cast a spell of gloom over the Town Hall audience.

One of the disadvantages of almost universal education was the fact that all kinds of persons acquired a familiarity with one's favourite writers. It gave one a curious feeling; it was like seeing a drunken stranger wrapped in one's dressing gown.

I liked that they didn't ask me about anything other than here and now, because here and now was working for me. I liked the intense, fun-loving energy around me, the feeling of being part of a group. Even more, I liked being a stranger to the new friends I was making in this new world.

As the saying goes, truth is stranger than fiction. But only when the reality has not been subsumed by foamy legends and fantasies that radiate outward from the actual event.

The truth is stranger than fiction . . . and often more incriminating.

Truth, of course, must of necessity be stranger than fiction, for we have made fiction to suit ourselves.

Those who say truth is stranger than fiction have wasted their time on poorly written fiction.

The reason why truth is so much stranger than fiction is that there is no requirement for it to be consistent.

Whatever my intentions, whatever the truth of my claim, I had no business giving a lecture to a total stranger.

History is not our guide, it is not our friend. It is a passing stranger, one which shadows legend, sprinkling it with the seeds of truth.

Truth, as ever, avoids the stranger.