Quotes About Strangers

L.A. kind of scares me.

It's awkward going to parties with people you don't know, especially when they think they know you.

That's a central part of philosophy, of ethics. What do I owe to strangers? What do I owe to my family? What is it to live a good life? Those are questions which we face as individuals.

Sie war unruhig, und doch schienen wir - ohne mehr voneinander zu wissen als unsere Namen - über Nacht vertrauter miteinander geworden zu sein.

I wanna know, can you show me I wanna know 'bout these Strangers Like Me Tell me more, please show me Something's familiar 'bout these Strangers Like Me

But you're such close neighbors, and you've been at war for HOW long?" "Oh, a really good war -- you don't want to waste it on STRANGERS!

Aside from their companionship, I'd brought Sage and Sky as ambassadors, hoping they would attract attention and open the door to conversations with strangers. In a moment, they fulfilled their diplomatic function.

What makes serial murder cases so difficult to solve is the fact that the killer and the victim are strangers. You've got two ships passing in the night and for no good reason, one blows the other out of the water.

I hear you're a writer,' said 2040..."What are you writing about?' Not liking to discuss my writing with strangers, I had been privately auditioning possible conversation stoppers, but I didn't think that I would ever have the nerve to use one. But now, in the most awkward of situations, it seemed appropriate. 'Actually, I'm writing a biography,' I responded casually. 'About a man in Alaska who makes foie gras from penguins.

As I travelled around Australia, strangers in pubs, on airplanes, in beach parking lots would bring up Gina Rinehart, not knowing I was writing about her. Everybody had something to say, some of it thoughtful, some of it poorly informed, some of it vividly obscene.

In terms of the most unique thing we do socially, my vote goes to something we invented alongside cities - we have lots of anonymous interactions and interactions with strangers. That has shaped us enormously.

I would seriously rather be in a long line at the DMV than eat with people I don't know.

People who are normal (i.e., sane, sensible) don't try to open lines of communication with total strangers by writing them a series of disjointed, weird, cryptic messages.

Guy Savelli's role in the War on Terror began when half-a-dozen strangers, within days of one another, contacted him via e-mail and telephone in the winter of 2003. They asked him if he had the power to psychically kill goats. Guy was bewildered. He did not go around publicizing this. Who were these men? How did they know about the goats? He feigned a casual tone of voice and said, 'Sure I can.' Then he phoned Special Forces.

The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn't stop each other on the street to say I love you.

They lay in silence, thinking their own thoughts, each trying to know the other's. They were becoming strangers on top of each other.

This is a paradox: The opportunity to see and care for the dead body of a loved person reduces trauma to the bereaved, while seeing and handling the dead bodies of strangers is often traumatic in itself.

De sus labios oí por primera vez el nombre del rey que era, Gunnlaug. Supe que librada la última guerra, miraba con recelo a los forasteros y que su hábito era crucificarlos. Para eludir ese destino, menos adecuado a un hombre que a un Dios, ...

if you want to be really lonely, try a big city. Everyone's a stranger, and if you don't have just the right kind of contacts, they remain strangers.

People with yuan fen are destined to like one another; Friendship develops even if a thousand miles apart. But should yuan fen be absent between two individuals, They will remain strangers despite sitting face-to-face

I like men and women who don't fit well in the dominant culture, or, as Alvar de Campos calls them, strangers in this place as in every other, accidental in life as in the woul. I like outsiders, phantoms wandering the cobwebbed halls of the doomed castle where life must be lived. David Grossman may love Israel, but he wanders its cobwebbed halls, just as his namesake Vasily wandered Russia's. To write is to know that you are not home.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

There was a time when my siblings could have walked up to me and we could have had a conversation and I wouldn't have recognized them as my blood.

I'm terrified of walking into a room full of people. Sitting down at a dinner table with 15 strangers brings me out in a sweat.