And if the soul Is to know itself It is into a soul That it must look: The stranger and the enemy, we've seen him in the mirror.
It wasn’t that strangers couldn’t hurt you. It was simply that the people you loved could do it so much better.
He who affirms that Christianity makes men miserable, is himself an utter stranger to it.
I count on the kindness of strangers.
Strangely, I heard a stranger say, I am with you.
Love between strangers takes only a few seconds and can last a whole life.
One of the most awkward things that can happen in a pub is when your pint-to-toilet cycle gets synchronised with a complete stranger.
Whatever you may do for your brother, being hungry, and a stranger, and naked, not even the devil will be able to despoil, but it will be laid up in an inviolabe treasure.
The owner of a local cannabis café told reporters George Clooney was no stranger there.
The reason that truth is stranger than fiction is that fiction has to have a rational thread running through it in order to be believable, whereas reality may be totally irrational.
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And e'en the dearest--that I love the best-- Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.
Because of empathy, we care more for, and devote far more resources to, someone who is familiar, from our country or our group, than a stranger.
I am a stranger. I come in peace. Take me to your leader and there will be a massive reward for you in eternity.
Ragnor and Catarina both begged him to give the instrument up. Random strangers on the street begged him to give the instrument up. Even cats ran away from him.
I am at home everywhere, and nowhere. I am never a stranger and I never quite belong.
If you are a stranger to prayer, you are a stranger to the greatest source of power known to human beings.
Welcome to New York, where everybody's a stranger, and nobody is.
And what an example of the power of dress young Oliver Twist was! Wrapped in the blanket which had hitherto formed his only covering, he might have been the child of a nobleman or a beggar;—it would have been hard for the haughtiest stranger to have fixed his station in society. But now he was enveloped in the old calico robes, that had grown yellow in the same service; he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once—a parish child—the orphan of a workhouse—the humble, half-starved drudge—to be cuffed and buffeted through the world, despised by all, and pitied by none.
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction, but usually fiction is just better.
Comedy and I were never strangers, it's just that I was doing a lot of drama.