Quotes About Strangeness

I've never quite understood that feeling: that you arrive in a strange place, yet you want to have nothing but familiar experiences.

I eat in a strange way, but I enjoy it. Everything became well when I finally understood that I enjoy being hungry. Normally, I only eat in the evening.

I spend several days at a time without enough sleep. At first, normal activities become annoying. When you are too tired to eat, you really need some sleep. A few days later, things become strange. Loud noises become louder and more startling, familiar sounds become unfamiliar, and life reinvents itself as a surrealist dream.

Ai o fa?? foarte ciudat?, zise el, pe jum?tate pentru sine. Ar trebui s? fii urât?.

This is the paradoxical responsibility of the reader: to replenish the strangeness of the novel by making connections with the familiar.

There's an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It's when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.

There's an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It's when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.

Me has conocido en un momento extraño de mi vida

Kindness and a pure heart. Two things that couldn't be more alien to me.

They were exiles, but Hob provided a type of protection once they settled in. By playing up their strangeness, the way a slave simpered and acted childlike to escape a beating, they evaded the entanglements of the quarter. The walls of Hob made a fortress some nights, rescuing them from the feuds and conspiracies. White men eat you up, but sometimes colored folk eat you up, too. She

But Time, unfortunately, though it makes animals and vegetables bloom and fade with amazing punctuality, has no such simple effect upon the mind of man. The mind of man, moreover, works with equal strangeness upon the body of time. An hour, once it lodges in the queer element of the human spirit, may be stretched to fifty or a hundred times its clock length; on the other hand, an hour may be accurately represented on the timepiece of the mind by one second.

I see the mountains in the sky; the great clouds; and the moon; I have a great and astonishing sense of something there, which is "it"—it is not exactly beauty that I mean. It is that the thing is in itself enough: satisfactory, achieved. A sense of my own strangeness, walking on the earth is there too: of the infinite oddity of the human position; with the moon up there and those mountain clouds.

The mind of man works with strangeness upon the body of time. An hour, once it lodges in the queer element of the human spirit, may be stretched to fifty or a hundred times its clock length; on the other hand, an hour may be accurately represented by the timepiece of the mind by one second. This extraordinary discrepancy between time on the clock and time in the mind is less known than it should be, and deserves fuller investigation.

The mind of man, moreover, works with equal strangeness upon the body of time. An hour, once it lodges in the queer element of the human spirit, may be stretched to fifty or a hundred times its clock length; on the other hand, an hour may be accurately represented on the timepiece of the mind by one second.

really, what a strange man he is, thought klara, with that aching feeling of loneliness which always overcomes us when someone dear to us surrenders to a daydream in which we have no place.

She entered his life without knocking, as one might step into the wrong room because of its vague resemblance to one's own. She stayed there forgetting the way out and quietly getting used to the strange creatures she found there

Que rara es la vida! La suerte nos abandona cuando más propicia deseamos que nos sea.

Looking down at her fingernails, she also asked me had I not in my family a certain strange strain. I countered by inquiring whether she would still want to marry me if my father's maternal grandfather had been, say, a Turk.

El espacio es un enjambre en los ojos; y el tiempo un zumbido en los oídos. En esta colmena estoy encerrado. Sin embargo, si antes de vivir hubiésemos sido capaces de imaginar la vida, ¡qué loca, imposible, indeciblemente extraña, maravillosa absurdidad nos hubiera parecido!» Pálido fuego. Canto tercero. Línea 220

He'd always thought Roag was one rat short of a plague.

Do you think they'll find a cure before I. . . How strange that sounds when you say it out loud for the first time.

I am Winnie's pee! I thought. Hear me roar! It was times like these when I wondered if everyone really was as strange as I was, or if I was just a special case.

We are realizing the true WEIRDNESS and STRANGENESS of EXISTENCE. And if all this springs from some central source or point, that POINT must be very foreign, outlandish, exotic, in other words: ALIEN to us.

Ti ride negli occhi la stranezza di un cielo che non è il tuo.