Quotes About Strangers

Suspirei.Amparava-nos o anoitecer e aquele silêncio de abandono que une os estranhos,e senti-me com coragem para dizer que não importava o quê,mesmo que fosse pela última vez.

they were not six people knit close in tight, warm threads of family, but travelers accidentally in the same motel.

Perhaps nobody knows anybody..It was a terrifying thought: like the alone. That you could know people well, and know them again the following year, and then know them more...and yet remain strangers forever.

There are all these people here I don't know by sight or by name. And we pass alongside each other and don't have any connection. And they don't know me and I don't know them. And now I'm leaving town and there are all these people I will never know.

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.

We routinely leave our small children in day care among strangers. At the same time, in our guilt we evince paranoia about strangers and foster fear in children.

I dream that I have found us both again, With spring so many strangers' lives away, And we, so free, Out walking by the sea, With someone else's paper words to say.... They took us at the gates of green return, Too lost by then to stop, and ask them why- Do children meet again? Does any trace remain, Along the superhighways of July?

leaning over the bright display among the back aisles of a forbidden arcade, rows of other players silent, unnoticed, closing time never announced, playing for nothing but the score itself, the row of numbers, a chance of entering her initials among those of other strangers for a brief time, no longer the time the world observed but game time, underground time, time that could take her nowhere outside its own tight and falsely deathless perimeter.

So it is here, grouped on the beach with strangers, that voices begin to take on a touch of metal, each word a hard-edged clap, and the light, though as bright as before, is less able to illuminate . . . it's a Puritan reflex of seeking other orders behind the visible, also known as paranoia, filtering in.

his habits and appearance required strangers to alter their conception of an aristocrat to one who can afford to be himself.

I have health. I have a wonderful support system. I have the admiration of millions of strangers, which I do not underestimate.

Lonesome makes friends of strangers.

The lives of strangers have their own rules, which differ from case to case, and anyone who tries to deduce them from a chance meeting is bound to get lost in an ocean of conjectures.

They may be complete strangers, with different lives and different problems, but there in that examination room they are measuring sadness the same way. They are measuring it in loss.

there is a sense of loneliness: the philosophers are called "weeds" (naw?bit), like the grass that springs up among the crops; they are strangers in their own country,

It would be interesting to imagine the outcome if all Indians had cooperated and rallied against the Europeans. But that was impossible. The continent was vast and the Indians knew the place where they lived and the immediate neighboring nations, but they did not know places far away. They did not all speak the same language or worship the same gods. And like people everywhere, they feared each other more than they feared the new stranger.

Are we going to school today?" "No. "Great. Then I'm going to go outside and see if I can get a gun. Since my own family won't let me have one, I'll have to beg strangers." - Leon & Penelope

A novel should be like a street full of strangers, where no more than two or three people are known to us in depth. Look at writers like Proust. They knew how to use minor characters to humiliate, to belittle their protagonists.

Trains induce such terrible anxiety. They image the possibility of total and irrevocable failure. They are also dirty, rackety, packed with strangers, an object lesson in the foul contingency of life: the talkative fellow-traveller, the possibility of children.

We shall meet, but as strangers. It is the end of an era. A whole part of my life is torn away.

It's easy to love, or for that matter hate, somebody in their absence, somebody we don't really know...

Cada tribu tenía un shabono, una gran choza común en forma circular, techada con paja y abierta hacia un patio interior. Vivían todos juntos, compartiendo desde la comida hasta la crianza de los niños. Sin embargo, el contacto con los extranjeros estaba acabando con las tribus: no sólo les contagiaban enfermedades del cuerpo, también otras del alma.

Love is what happens to men and women who don't know each other.

All you'll get from strangers is surface pleasantry or indifference. Only someone who loves you will criticize you.