It's you my love, you who are the stranger.
When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.
I'm more the sort of person who doesn't like hugging strangers because we don't know each other, so we shouldn't.
The more clever and cunning people are, the stranger the events will be.
Audiences are not strangers to me. They're the best friends I've got in my life.
Youth is stranger than fiction.
Ill seemes (sayd he) if he so valiant be, That he should be so sterne to stranger wight; For seldom yet did living creature see That courtesie and manhood ever disagree.
I'm a stranger wherever I go, but I'm happy.
My fellow Americans, we are and always will be a nation of immigrants. We were strangers once, too.
We think of strangers as stronger and better than we are.
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.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
I had crossed the line. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land.
Women are strangers in the country of man.
Never like seein' strangers. Guess it's cause no stranger ever good newsed me.
All the wild sweetness of the flower Tangled against the wall. It was that magic, silent hour. . . . The branches grew so tall They twined themselves into a bower. The sun shown. . . and the fall Of yellow blossom on the grass! You feel that golden rain? Both of you could not hold, alas, (both of you tried, in vain) A memory, stranger. So I pass. . . . It will not come again.
A short story is a different thing all together - a short story is like a kiss in the dark from a stranger.
Tomorrow, smile at a perfect stranger and mean it.
She was startled. "But you're human, aren't you?" In some ways yes. But in other ways I'm a stranger to your kind. I have a friend who calls you plucked angels, and he claims you're a total waste of spirit. Do you ever think like that?" Of course, in honest moments. But I can be just as honest and think that we aren't a spiritual waste but a spiritual potential waiting to grow.
Dogs believe every stranger is a friend they haven't met yet. Cats wait for a proper invitation.