Quotes About Encounter

One finds out a great many wonderful things, by traveling, if he stumbles upon the right person.

He arrived, looked me over with a smiling and impudent curiosity; said he had come for me, and informed me that he was a page. Go 'long, I said; you ain't more than a paragraph.

I never budged so much as an inch, till that thundering apparition had got within fifteen paces of me; then I snatched a dragoon revolver out of my holster, there was a flash and a roar, and the revolver was back in the holster before anybody could tell what had happened. Here was a riderless horse plunging by, and yonder lay Sir Sagramor, stone dead.

Well, I don't quite know about that, sir. I've often thought I would like to see a ghost if I—" "Would you?" exclaimed the young lady. "We've got one! Would you try that one? Will you?

The first meeting I really remember with the good doctor was when I was starting to be able to speak English again and making a brave attempt to regain some of my dignity. Trying to be very sane, I went up to him and asked if he was my doctor. He said he didn't think so. You're Dr. Dale, aren't you? Why, Mark, of course. I didn't recognize you with clothes on. He had a talent for saying just the right thing.

Whenever we roam be beside me. When you're allone. When you go. When no one comes along. And for all we Wander. Encounter and open Allways curl up with me. Give me pain, past and fury. Betray my way. I won't abandon you.-

In fact all I had to hold onto at that moment . . . was her face, that wry smile, Natasha's, seen but unknown, found in a restaurant, lost on a street corner . . .

Hello? That was the first word she ever said to me in the Shop. Not like Hi either. More like Hello, is anyone home? hence the question mark. I wasn't even looking at her when she said it, just staring blankly down at my equally blank pad of tracing paper, probably thinking something similar to all those ridiculous, sappy thoughts I just now recounted, about road trips and forest fires and motorcycles, remembering her, even though she was right there in front of me, only a few feet away.

I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away.

Podría presentarme como es debido pero, la verdad, no es necesario. Pronto me conocerás bien, todo depende de una compleja combinación de variables. Por ahora basta con decir que, tarde o temprano, apareceré ante ti con la mayor cordialidad. Tomaré tu alma en mis manos, un color se posará sobre mi hombro y te llevaré conmigo con suma delicadeza.

The happening that happened was that I met this girl ...

When I found it amongst the book thief's words, I realised that we passed each other once in a while during that period, though neither of us scheduled a meeting. Personally, I had a lot of work to do. As for Hans, I think he was doing his best to avoid me.

pushed the little girl aside as he wedged his way to the water fountain. The kid turned around to find Mr. Jackson staring down at him. "I've

The electric technology is within the gates, and we are numb, deaf, blind and mute about its encounter with the Gutenberg technology, on and through which the American way of life was formed.

We kept nearly bumping into each other, unavoidably. I wished we could stop avoiding each other long enough to agree to avoid each other properly.

Dasein itself--and this means also its Being-in-the-world--gets its ontological understanding of itself in the first instance from those entities which it itself is not but which it encounters 'within' its world, and from the Being which they possess.

The meeting of the solitary ones can happen only in solitude.

heard the creature

I'm a frontiersman from the extreme edge of the Knowable, and I feel quite out of place when I leave my study and come into touch with all you great, rough, hulking creatures.

But I have seen more than that,' said he, 'for Hugo Baskerville passed me upon his black mare, and there ran mute behind him such a hound of hell as God forbid should ever be at my heels.

you are the second man to-day that has used that expression to me.

Dr. Watson, Mr. Sherlock Holmes,' said Stamford, introducing us.

How many times already had I encountered the painful lesson that although we may wish for the barb to be pulled from our flesh, it leaves a welt that doesn't heal?

Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it