Quotes About Encounter

I think all art is about control, the encounter between control and uncontrollable.

Both art and the artist lack identity and define themselves only through their encounter with each other.

smoke a cigar. Sophie had heard him come in and found him there. She was surprised he

daunted by the group. She said hello

He didn't know it, but he had saved her, and hopefully he would never know the dire straits she'd been in when he met her. She had come to the Napa Valley to find a man like him. She had set her sights on Sam Marshall, but

This was real life, not a book. And in real life, people met, nothing happened, and you went home.

It had been a dangerous gamble — and unfair to the Hemlocks, who knew nothing of their role in the deadly game — but sometimes you have to take chances. Was it wise to risk five lives for the sake of one? Probably not. But it was human . If I'd learned one thing from my one encounter with the crazy vampaneze, it was that even the undead could be human. We had to be — without a touch of humanity, we'd be like Murlough, nothing more than bloodthirsty monsters of the night.

He opened the door wider. He's waiting. He gave me what was probably meant to be a significant wink, but a corner of his mouth moved more than his eye did and the result was a fairly startling face.

I was two pavements from my destination when somebodey S-s-s-s-s'd at me. I probably didn't jump twenty feet.

He was distracted by a giggle, and turned to see a rare sight: a girl.

She pulls away, pats me on the shoulder with three mini-pats, like those used to pet reptiles.

The greatest threat the hearers face is to be found unprepared to encounter God or God's Christ at his coming (6:12–17), thus being exposed to the threat of the "second death" (2:11) or being written out of the "Book of Life" (3:5).

I don't know. I just heard the shots." "Who are you? What is this place?" "I'm . . . I'm Sheila." "Who's the guy down there?" "Luke." "And who is Luke?" "Just a guy I know.

Father O'Neil was putting hymnals in the backs of the pews when Puller and Knox walked in. Knox crossed herself as they walked up the aisle.

crow flies. That's where they met.

How did you get on to her?

Heck, picture if aliens ever landed in California. Instead of running away or even inquiring about the secrets of the universe, Californians would probably ask the BEMs if they had any new cuisine.

a harried commuter is mistaken for Christ by a child he knocks over.

Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, he's mine or I am his.

Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heaped like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbours air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.

What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?

But I did not write any such letter that evening. Because when I returned to the house I encountered Sophie in the flesh for the first time and fell, if not instantaneously, then swiftly and fathomlessly in love with her. It was a love which, as time wore on that summer, I realized had many reasons for laying claim to my existence.