Quotes About Encounter

Steve Howe met Paul Simon and said that Paul was very approving of our version of 'America.'

Govinda and I met after a very long time. We did many films together but I really didn't know that we were so popular as a jodi. We haven't kept in touch per se, but sometimes bumped into each other at a party or two. We don't have common friends, we have no commonalities.

The innocent are so few that two of them seldom meet - when they do meet, their victims lie strewn all round.

I met Victoria Justice once. She was so nice. I've always been a fan.

In January 1962, when I was the author of one and a half unperformed plays, I attended a student production of 'The Birthday Party' at the Victoria Rooms in Bristol. Just before it began, I realised that Harold Pinter was sitting in front of me.

People will come up to me and try and be secretive and say, 'Can you do the Gollum voice for me?' And I'm like, 'Are you kidding? It's 8:30 in the morning on the Victoria Line.'

In a well-functioning democracy, people frequently encounter topics and points of view that they did not specifically select but from which they learn. Those encounters can change minds and, even, the course of lives.

As Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent, stared at the young woman who had just barged her way into his London residence, it occurred to him that he might have tried to abduct the wrong heiress last week at Stony Cross Park.

Stopping before them, St. Vincent confided, "I would have found you sooner, but I was attacked by a swarm of dingy-dippers.

Meeting her was like taking a deep breath for the first time in years

Beatrix had met Christopher Phelan on two occasions, the first at a local dance, where she had judged him to be the most arrogant man in Hampshire. The next time she had met him was at a picnic, where she had revised her opinion: he was the most arrogant man in the entire world.

In a deft and well-practiced move, the man smoothly hooked an arm around Larson's neck, grasped his wrist, and pushed the hand with the gun toward the floor. Even before West had a good look at the newcomer's face, he recognized the smooth, dry voice with its cut-crystal tones, so elegantly commanding it could have belonged to the devil himself.

She'd gone into the glass booth of the station to pay and the young man behind the counter was reading Anna Karenina and he turned the book over on the counter regretfully. She saw the big Russian saga drain out of his eyes as he took her in...she had watched as the gas attendant dragged himself from a cold night in Russia, full of passion and big fireplaces and lust. Back into the cold, lonely night of St. John's to take Helen's debit card, and she had felt motherly.

Faith's loyal servant," Nick assures him. "And everyone else's nightmare. The name is Nick Rogers." He doesn't extend his hand, nor does Bill extend his own. Bill's eyes narrow at the name. "I've heard you're a real bastard." "And here I thought I got rid of my nice guy reputation. I understand you're leaving. We'll walk you out.

Jesus, do you always show up like this, at the craziest of times and in the oddest of places? I sure hope so.

So the owner of a monster head wants to meet on a path named Nut," I said. "That's appropriate.

WE were on our way to Brooklyn to pick up an arm and see a man about a head.

I couldn't wait to see Phaelan. I'd know instantly if she'd dropped anchor on his ego. *

Carrie suddenly found herself flanked on one side by the Sholans and on the other by the guerrillas. Each side had its men grouped protectively around its Captain. "Perhaps you'd like to introduce us to the Sholans, Carrie," said Captain Skinner.

I thought if only we could go on and meet again, shy as strangers.

Each new epoch in life seems an encounter. There is a tussle and a cloud of dust, and we come out of it triumphant or crest-fallen, according as we have borne ourselves.

Knowledge of the world in only to be acquired in the world, and not in a closet.

It started, as all dialogues do, when a path crosses that of another .

My biggest hero, Gregory Peck, was my birthday present on April 14, 1973. I just sat and stared at him.