Quotes About Stranger

Nor would he recognize hope if it came to him. Too much a stranger, too long a ghost.

Life belonged to other people, and his only claim to it was his power to take it from them. Nor would he recognize hope if it came to him. Too much a stranger, too long a ghost.

An extremely tall, good-looking young man with long tawny hair was making his way between the tables towards them. At first Daniel was sure he knew this person, but the impression was fleeting, and after only a moment, he realised the newcomer was a stranger.

He was a beautiful man, Tatrini thought, an enigmatic stranger. For a brief moment, she imagined how it might be if Almorante was allowed to be emperor. It was as if the future breathed on her neck. In another world, they would not be marching on Old Caradore now. In that world, Palindrake would be at Almorante's side. But we are not in that world, Tatrini told herself. We are in this one and I have made it to my liking.

He had seen this strange and guarded smile on Jadrin's face before. It spoke of power, the kind of which Ashalan had only a cursory grasp. It made him feel he was sitting next to a totatl stranger, and someone not entirely human. It made him afraid.

How could someone be so familar, yet a complete stranger?

That stranger handed me a letter written in my beloved's tears. I opened it, and the letters faded away just like his love for me.

I have never believed in supernatural until I fell in love with a stranger that made me do supernatural things.

Still, the illusion of love had, in its time, led to stranger depravities.

The words we construct, the poems we write and the songs we sing, become the love story of a stranger we have never seen.

We yearn for a stranger to poke around in our heart. Such an irrational thing it is. Flutter once and lunacy behold.

Isn't that how falling in love so often works? Some stranger appears out of nowhere and becomes a fixed star in your universe.

Miracles happen quietly every day - in an operating room, on a stormy sea, in the sudden appearance of a road side stranger. They are rarely tallied. No one keeps score.

The distance between death and life is not as great as you imagine." "Really?" Yannis turned his way. "Then why don't people come back to Earth after they die?" The stranger smiled. "Why would they want to?

Miracles happen quietly every day—in an operating room, on a stormy sea, in the sudden appearance of a roadside stranger. They are rarely tallied. No one keeps score. But now and then, a miracle is declared to the world. And when that happens, things change

Who was this stranger, LeFleur

It is very unkind of you to feel this way. Any woman should properly yield, it seems to me, even a complete stranger, because that is the way of the world.... All I desire is solace from the flood of memories that overwhelms me.

They looked at me and saw someone out of a story, who might ride by and be stared at, but didn't belong in their lives at all.

The soulless blood-rush of synthesized climax over a repetitive backbeat made disco the perfect music by which to score with a stranger.

I turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I'm the stranger.

She laughed nervously. I don't know what came over me. Don't be offended, but sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that? I shrugged. Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.

She suspected that the old man hadn't shared that sorrow with anyone, but fate had chosen to send him a stranger resemble the person he had most loved, so that now, when it was too late, when he was no longer of any use to anyone, you could find some comfort by trying to save her and give her an affection that didn't belong to her.

Don't be offended, but sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" I shrugged. "Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.

She laughed nervously. "I don't know what came over me. Don't be offended, but sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" I shrugged. "Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.