Quotes About Strange

And so the box leaked. In fact, it's been leaking since it was back in Scotland; apparently some of it got on a lizard or snake, which transformed into some sort of strange gigantic creature, which managed to escape into Loch Ness. I certainly hope that's the last we hear of that.

People are strange, but more than that, they're good. They're good first, then strange.

When she stamped her foot, it made a strange thud on the desolate beach. Like a heartbeat.

It was a strange trek — the sullen leading the apathetic, followed by the confused, all tailed by the inveterately amused.

Look. Studies show FEAR sets attitudes/tolerance to change. Fearful people reject foreign, alien, strange. Circle wagons. Pull in horizons. Horizons of time. Of tolerance. Of risk. Of Dreams.

How strange. Humans always seem so much in control. Is it just a grand act, to fool both others and themselves?

Garion started shaving. Try to keep away from your nose, said Hettar wryly. A man looks quite strange without a nose.

MY BABY HAS SIX EYES AND BASICALLY NO SKULL

A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once. It seems to me most strange that men should fear, seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.

Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

Is it not strange that sheep's guts could hail souls out of men's bodies?

The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.

Murder most foul, as in the best it is. But this most foul, strange and unnatural.

Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called 'fools'.

All strange and terrible events are welcome, but comforts we despise

World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.

My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore,––in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story. And that would woo her.

Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect.

I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy.

And strange it is That nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds.

Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence, or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting. Speak, I charge you.

Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been performed Too terrible for the ear. The times has been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end. But now they rise again With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,             And push us from our stools. This is more strange Than such a murder is.

But all the story of the night told over, And all their minds transfigured so together, More witnesseth than fancy's images And grows to something of great constancy, But, howsoever, strange and admirable.