Sometimes fact is stranger than fiction
Consider no one a stranger. Learn to feel that everybody is akin to you.
There's such a gulf between yourself and who you were then, but people speak to that other person and it answers; it's like having a stranger as a house guest in your skin.
Truth is stranger than fiction-to some people, but I am measurably familiar with it.
Strangers take a long time to become acquainted, particularly when they are from the same family.
It was the difference between walking with a stranger and walking with your heartmate. It was the difference between working for duty and working for love.
We were basically strangers going off into the wilderness
East of the sun and west of the moon. ' As unfathomable as the words were, I realized I must figure them out, reason it through. For I would go to this impossible land that lay east of the sun and west of the moon. From the moment the sleigh had vanished from sight and I could no longer hear the silver bells I knew that I would go after the stranger that had been the white bear to make right the terrible wrong I had done him. . . . All that mattered was to make things right. And I would do whatever it took, journey to wherever I must, to reach that goal.
surrounded by strangers who love me (un)strangers made strange by pain
So we came to understand that small and important thing, that our lives could be large with interesting strangers who would pass us without any personal involvement.
When I was small, my most serious handicap was a painful bashfulness in the presence of strangers.
Sassenach. " He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.
Either a mother and daughter know each other very well or they are strangers.
They seldom looked happy. They passed one another without a word in the elevator, like silent shades in hell, hell-bent on their next look from a handsome stranger. Their next rush from a popper. The next song that turned their bones to jelly and left them all on the dance floor with heads back, eyes nearly closed, in the ecstasy of saints receiving the stigmata.
I knew that I wanted to start my own business. I knew that I wanted to work for myself. I was no stranger to the word no. You just have to keep going.
True hospitality is marked by an open response to the dignity of each and every person. Henri Nouwen has described it as receiving the stranger on his own terms, and asserts that it can be offered only by those who 'have found the center of their lives in their own hearts'.
There never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.
Poor strangers, they have so much to be afraid of.
Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.
…for a true Christian, all strangers are Jesus.