Quotes About Strange

J. C. Ryle writes, "The day of judgment will reveal strange things. The hopes of many who were thought great Christians while they lived will be utterly confounded. The rottenness of their religion will be exposed and put to shame before the whole world. It will then be proved that to be saved means something more than 'making a profession.'"9

What appalling tales we shall have to tell of the strange lands we visited; and of those lands, surely none was stranger or more barbaric than Rome!

He was luminous with a strange indigo light. He was inhuman, like a demon.

Anvil would not come to watch. He's always wary of fanatics. He says that fanatical belief causes intelligence to die, but it can also be said that fanatical belief is an intelligence of death. What a strange night!

Pharinet, despite what I know of Val and whatever I might of you, I will always love you both. You are strange creatures, and always have been. That is no doubt part of the attraction.

His home was a wondrous palace, wrought of light and sound, where every room had a mysterious tale to tell and strange aethers roamed the tall, echoing corridors.

He had seen this strange and guarded smile on Jadrin's face before. It spoke of power, the kind of which Ashalan had only a cursory grasp. It made him feel he was sitting next to a totatl stranger, and someone not entirely human. It made him afraid.

Beware the dark pool at the bottom of our hearts. In its icy, black depths dwell strange and twisted creatures it is best not to disturb.

Early in this century a group of passionate artists in Russia claimed that the essence of art was to make the familiar seem strange. Perhaps this is also one of the roles of the exotic, to alter and sharpen our perceptions.

I have found that every family has a strange remedy for any situation - from 'Use Fantastic to get the scuff off your patent leather shoes!' to 'Soak an aspirin in a glass of water to get rid of a migraine.'

Multiple characters' opinions on societal roles, as well as their perceptions of themselves and others, help me lose myself in whatever strange and wonderful setting I'm reading about.

Love is a strange but wonderful. Who realy knows what it is? I know what it is to me...its you.

Are you strange like me, are you insane? Are you the wildfire, that loves pouring rain...

For me, I really love 'Tim and Eric' and 'Dr. Steve Brule' and a lot of the Adult Swim shows, so I like strange, weird, sometimes slightly upsetting humor.

It was strange, this toxic little vein, strange to stand above it, looking down at night, in a dangerous neighborhood, as if they were in love and entitled to such adventures.

In a strange way, I envied the quality of Morrie's time even as I lamented its diminishing supply. Why did we bother with all the distractions we did?

Do you believe in reincarnation? I ask. Perhaps. What would you come back as? If I had my chance, a gazelle. A gazelle? Yes, so graceful. So fast. A gazelle? Morrie smiled at me. You think that's strange? I study his shrunken frame, the loose clothes, the socks wrapped feet that rest stiffly on rubber cushions, unable to move, like a prisoner in leg irons. I picture a gazelle racing across the desert. No, I say. I don't think that's strange at all.

Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government

What strange times are these," says Tara as they wend their way through the dead to safety, "when Muslims must fear other Muslims.

He wasn't a person, he was a lord and a wizard, a strange creature on another plane entirely, as far removed as storms and pestilence.

I had hated him, but I wouldn't have reproached him, any more than I would have reproached a bolt of lightning for striking my house. He wasn't a person, he was a lord and a wizard, a strange creature on another plane entirely, as far removed as storms and pestilence.

The Dragon raised a hand. "Kulkias vizhkias haishimad," he said, and a light shone out of his hand and onto her skin. Where it played over her I saw thick green shadows, mottled like deep layers of leaves on leaves. Something looked at me out of her eyes, its face still and strange and inhuman. I recognized it: what looked out at me was the same thing I had felt in the Wood, trying to find me. There was no trace of Kasia left at all.

One of the strange things about human beings is that they value only that which has a price.

Uma das coisas estranhas no ser humano é valorizar só aquilo que tem um preço.