Quotes About Strangeness

It was so damn strange, John thought, how sometimes the most unlikely, an ugly little man like this one, could hold such power. He had a tremendous command presence, his voice sweet, rich, carrying power. So strange how some had that, could spout utter insanity and others would follow blindly.

Strange the world about me lies, Never yet familiar grown- Still disturbs me with surprise, Haunts me like a face half known. In this house with starry dome, Floored with gemlike plains and seas, Shall I never feel at home, Never wholly be at ease? On from room to room I stray, Yet my Host can ne'er espy, And I know not to this day Whether guest or captive I. So, between the starry dome And the floor of plains and seas, I have never felt at home, Never wholly been at ease.

I had melancholy thoughts... a strangeness in my mind, A feeling that I was not for that hour, Nor for that place.

Against the background of general freakishness the case of my particular freakishness was lost.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

The world is a crazy, beautiful, ugly complicated place, and it keeps moving on from crisis to strangeness to beauty to weirdness to tragedy. The caravan keeps moving on, and the job of the longform writer or filmmaker or radio broadcaster is to stop - is to pause - and when the caravan goes away, that's when this stuff comes.

Zoey didn't want to be paranoid, but there was something about the man in the loincloth made of charred doll heads that made her nervous.

The days are very alike here, the hours of darkness long and bleak, and I am a stranger to myself.

I am quite determined to be mistress of my own fate, Mrs. Clutterthorpe, but I do sympathize with how strange it must sound to you. It is not your fault that you are entirely devoid of imagination. I blame your education.

He rode alone to the tenth floor, got off and strode into the newsroom. It was so strange, he thought, to see it empty. It was not the way he wanted to remember it.

What proof have we that inorganic objects can feel no pain? Who knows if a book may not yearn for other books, its companions of many years, in some way strange to us and therefore never yet perceived?

It was strange, I reflected, as we went out into the golden evening of the Byzantine streets, that even in the weirdest circumstances, the most troubling episodes of one's life, the greatest divides from home and familiarity, there were these moments of undeniable joy.

Ao sairmos para o anoitecer dourado das ruas bizantinas, refleti como era estranho que, mesmo sob as circunstâncias mais extraordinárias, durante episódios mais perturbadores da vida, nos lugares mais distantes de casa e de tudo que nos é familiar, possam existir esses momentos de incontestável alegria.

I'm a stranger wherever I go because I'm strange to myself. My mind just goes off doing its own thing, never consulting me at all about whether it's all right to feel this way or that.

He understood now why the world was strange, why horses galloped furiously, and why trains whistled as they raced through stations.

The whole experience whose verge we touched was unknown to humanity at all. It was a new order of experience, and in the true sense of the word unearthly.

Oamenii treceau pe trotuarul de deasupra. M? priveau ca ?i cum a? fi fost nebun?. Un pesc?ru? patrula pe autostrad?. M? privea ca ?i cum a? fi fost nebun?.

Oh, Dumnezeule, sora mea care are leg?tur? cu mine este o din aia - o ciudat?, o lips?, una c?reia nu po?i s? i-o tragi, o sub-dezvoltat? ?i care nici m?car nu merit? s? fie f?cut? ilegal?.)

It was in its strangeness and in its familiarity an illustration of someone else's life going on in its own way, steeped in itself, its own business, its own dailyness, its own particular sorrow or joy, all of it more or less predictable

I want everything to be bizarre; I want not to recognize anyone.

Het wordt steeds curieuzer! Nou, mijn lieve Alice, wat fijn dat ik je nu eindelijk eens kan ontmoeten. - Al

There are moments in my life—just a few of them—when the present and the future seem to bleed into each other and I see everything from the strangest perspective, understanding before I even know what's happening that from here on in, nothing will be the same.

C'était justement parce qu'il n'y avait pas de mal en lui que je l'aimais beaucoup. C'était à cause de son étrangeté au mal que je n'avais pas d'amour pour lui. Pourtant, le mal ne me plaît pas . Mais un plat n'est sublime que s'il contient une touche de vinaigre.