Quotes About Strangeness

You are like a cloud Glimpsed between the branches. In your eyes there shines The strangeness of a sky that isn't yours.

The beautiful is always bizarre.

Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.

Savor the imminent weirdness of the day.

You cannot conceive, nor can I, of the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God.

That was such a wonderful time, even in its strangeness and sadness-and life isn't the same now. It's wonderful, but it isn't the same.

Mientras más lees te percatas con mayor claridad de la estupidez de los otros: te tornas agresivo, extraño y desembocas tú mismo en la imbecilidad. Lunático, raro, mamón, pedante, extraño son algunos de los adjetivos preferidos de los vecinos para referirse a mi persona. ¿Cómo lo sé? Alguna vez los he escuchado por allí murmurando en los pasillos.

He didn't think he would understand the strangeness of life if he lived to be a hundred years old.

It was so strange to realize how it was only at this brink of the chasm, threshold of the dark or the god's holy light, that one could grasp and accept one's own heart's yearning for more of the world. For life.

There came a time, he realized, when the strangeness of everything made it increasingly difficult to realize the strangeness of anything;

When someone does a weird thing, or two weird things, there may be a meaning to it, but when everything they do is weird, then you begin to wonder.

the foreign warmth of the skin

binoculars, adjusts the oxygen hose around his head again. It was just too damn strange, too damn out of the ordinary. No moving vans, no friends stopping by; neither the husband nor the wife—if they

If I'm saying a universal truth, but maybe it's something that people don't feel comfortable saying... It's a strange take, but at the same time, what you're hitting on is kind of right. You can relate. That's the heart of comedy. You have to have a point of view. You gotta commit. And the more you commit to it, sometimes the funnier it gets.

There is nothing that man fears more than the touch of the unknown. He wants to see what is reaching towards him, and to be able to recognize or at least classify it. Man always tends to avoid physical contact with anything strange.

It's just impossible to believe I've become good friends with some stars like Justin Bieber. I would call Justin a friend, someone I hang out with. It's really weird.

Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.

Such ordeals always strike one with their strangeness, their digression from the normal flow of events, and often provoke a universal protest: "Why me?" Be sure that this is not a question but an outcry. The person who screams it has been instilled with an astonishing suspicion that he, in fact, has been the perfect subject for a very specific "weird," a tailor-made fate, and that a prior engagement, in all its weirdness, was fulfilled at the appointed time and place.

Where is the writer," he began, "who is unstained by any habits of the human, who is the ideal of everything alien to living, and whose eccentricity, in its darkest phase, turns in on itself to form increasingly more complex patterns of strangeness? Where is the writer who has lived out his entire life in a prodigious dream that began on his day of birth, if not long before?

There's plenty of room for strangeness, mystery, originality, wildness, etc. in poems that also invite the reader into the human and alive center about which the poem circles.

Nothing is stranger or more ticklish than a relationship between people who know each other only by sight, who meet and observe each other daily - no hourly - and are nevertheless compelled to keep up the pose of an indifferent stranger, neither greeting nor addressing each other, whether out of etiquette or their own whim.

Nowadays when I walk around, I get noticed, which is kind of weird.

life is other, always there, further off, beyond you and beyond me, always on the horizon, life which unlives us and makes us strangers, that invents our face and wears it away

In a city, you can be alone in a crowd, and in fact what makes the city a city is that it lets you hide the strangeness in your mind inside its teeming multitudes.