Quotes About Stranger

If a man, boldest and most intelligent of creatures, won't wander from place to place, a stranger to all, beholden to none, why would an animal, which is by temperament far more conservative?

but she sits almost asleep, her head drooping to the left, out toward the sky, as if the sky were some stranger's shoulder to lean upon throughout a trip on a train.

One can't stop and suddenly speak to a complete stranger, can one?......When it happens I could die of sadness. I feel somehow empty and drained....

You need a certain head on your shoulders to edit a novel, and it's not the head of a writer in the thick of it, nor the head of a professional editor who's read it in twelve different versions. It's the head of a smart stranger who picks it off a bookshelf and begins to read. You need to get the head of that smart stranger somehow. You need to forget you ever wrote that book.

It's weird when somebody I don't know from Adam knows my face and knows my name.

Emilie, as much nettled by his politeness as she might have been by an impertinence, began talking to her brother in a louder voice than good taste enjoined; she turned and tossed her head, gesticulated eagerly, and laughed for no particular reason, less to amuse her brother than to attract the attention of the imperturbable stranger. None of her little arts succeeded.

traveling - it gives you home in thousand strange places, then leaves you a stranger in your own land.

The truth is a stranger...Not always welcome by daylight.

Never, but never, go sneaking around in your own house at odds with some stranger.

If you have the choice of being abused by your mother or abused by a stranger, you'd choose your mother. It's abuse either way." This came from Arelis Rosario-Keane, a twenty-two-year-old college student and a veteran of the foster care system, referring to the likelihood of getting mistreated in care.

There stands the parable; there stands the sacred metaphor of belonging, one heart to another. WIthout the metaphor of memory and history, we cannot imagine the life of the Other. We cannot imagine what it is to be someone else. Metaphor is the reciprocal agent, the universalizing force: it makes possible the power to envision the stranger's heart.

To the predators... Weinstein, the stranger, the relative, the boyfriend... I say to you, 'You can choose your sin but you don't get to choose the consequences.' To the victims... I see you. I believe you... and I'm listening.

Someday, Luke... you'll meet someone. And from one breath to the next, everything will change. You won't care whether it makes sense. All you'll know is that a stranger owns your every heartbeat." Luke's mouth twisted. "God, I hope not.

Either you have two different colored eyes," he'd commented, "or I'm drunker than I thought." "Oh, you're as drunk as a fiddler," the man assured him pleasantly. "But yes, they're two different colors: I have heterochromia." "Is it catching?" West had asked. The stranger had grinned. "No, it was from a sock in the eye when I was twelve.

She tensed as she felt a gentle arm curve behind her shoulders. It was the duchess, her blue eyes radiant with kindness and a hint of concern, as if she understood how frightening it was to have made the most important decision of her life based on a few days' acquaintance. But there was no way this woman would understand what it was like to face the prospect of marrying a virtual stranger.

You know you've been mean to me And you know when you're mean to me How it always makes me wanna roam And you know there's a danger That some gentle stranger Might pick me up and make me feel at home.

For pleasures past I do not grieve, Nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear. And now I'm in the world alone, Upon the wide, wide sea; But why should I for others groan, When none will sigh for me? Perchance my dog will whine in vain Till fed by stranger hands; But long ere I come back again He'd tear me where he stands.

But right now Dianne Klister seems a stranger, and Lily realizes she's seeing her girlfriend in full-fledged work mode for the first time ever. And she appears every bit as formidable as the press has always made her out to be.

Maybe she could just move to Iceland. Iceland might be far enough to escape the humiliation, but probably not. Dammit. She'd kissed a perfect stranger, just accosted him on her doorstep. And… now her heart hurt. Maybe an impending heart attack would explain her behavior.

My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.

Dear Joan, the letter begins, although the writer did not know me at all.

Here's what I hadn't realized: the mother you haven't seen for almost thirty-six years isn't your mother, she's a stranger. Sharing DNA doesn't make you fast friends. This wasn't a joyous reunion. It was just awkward.

A stranger is just a friend waiting to happen.

When you are low with nowhere to go remember this, when you open your eyes, your heart, your spirit, yourself, there you will find the stranger called hope.