Quotes About Strangers

Why is it that we are always strangers in this world, and never come to know one another, and are full of fear and shame and hate and falseness, when what we want is love? Why is it? Why? Why? Why?

men were forever strangers to one another, that no one ever comes really to know any one, that imprisoned in the dark womb of our mother, we come to life without having seen her face, that we are given to her arms a stranger, and that, caught in that insoluble prison of being, we escape it never, no matter what arms may clasp us, what mouth may kiss us, what heart may warm us. Never, never, never, never, never.

He understood that men were forever strangers to one another, that no one ever comes really to know anyone, that imprisoned in the dark womb of our mother, we come to life without having seen her face, that we are given to her arms a stranger, and that, caught in that insoluble prison of being, we escape it never, no matter what arms may clasp us, what mouth may kiss us, what heart may warm us. Never, never, never, never, never.

The occupants of memory have to be protected from strangers.

the City is what they want it to be: thriftless, warm, scary and full of amiable strangers. No wonder they forget pebbly creeks and when they do not forget the sky completely think of it as a tiny piece of information about the time of day or night.

am interested in the farewell between black and white strangers who have, or might have, shared something significant; or who represent the end of something larger than themselves, where the separation symbolizes loss or renewal, for example.

decline, fear of strangers and an unfamiliar world—is corroding the trust and interdependence on which civil societies rest.

Jesus' command to love our neighbours is a command to love all strangers precisely because we too have been strangers to God and welcomed in.

was reassuring after a day like they'd had, to be reminded that there were good things in the world, and good people, simple food cooked well, strangers sharing their kindness indiscriminately. Dan had been outside that virtuous circle himself for most of his adult life, but he was grateful to be inside it now.

When guilty shame wears a mask of curiosity, men are turned inside out, becoming strangers to themselves.

Ser Arys was pleasant company abed, but wit and he were strangers. (Arianne Martell)

In the darkness all the gods were strangers.

The land shall not be sold for ever: for the land is mine; for ye are strangers and sojourners with me.

I write for myself and strangers. The strangers, dear Readers, are an afterthought.

Siempre he creído que el destino depara extraños compañeros de viaje.

In fact we're all strangers with strange eyes sitting in a midnight livingroom for nothing

If two people believe in the same story, they might be thousands of miles apart and total strangers, but they still have a sense they can trust each other.

'One by Two' is a film about two people who live in the same city and do certain things that affect each other's lives. Yet, they are strangers. It's difficult to put the film in any particular genre or box.

For this reason, strangers are not really conceived as individuals, but as strangers of a particular type: the element of distance is no less general in regard to them than the element of nearness.

By linking with friends and ultimately strangers and building those relationships, social media is reweaving the social fabric that can then be used to scale your non-profit efforts.

Because of my capacity for listening to strangers' tales, or the details of their lives, my patience with their food and their crotchets, my curiosity that borders on nosiness, I am told that anyone traveling with me experiences an unbelievable tedium, and this is why I choose to travel alone.

When I appeared before the draft board examiner during World War II, he asked me if I thought I could kill. "I don't know about strangers," I replied, "but friends, certainly."

I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I'm at war with myself I ride, I just ride.

In the moment when that glass passed from his hand to mine, something sent up a high wild warning cry in the back of my mind. Persephone's irrevocable pomegranate seeds, Never take food from strangers; old stories where one sip or bite seals the spellbound walls forever, dissolves the road home into mist and blows it away on the wind.