Suddenly you're surrounded by strangers who want something from you. The thing is, they don't know what they want, and you don't know what they want, unless it's an autograph, and you just sort of stand there grinning at one another
Our own pulse beats in every stranger's throat.
Peace is a stranger to the rigid mind. Peace is a guest of the flexible heart.
I like test screenings. I like to see a movie with an audience of strangers. I think it tells you a lot.
If what you create seems to turn out much stranger than who you are as a person, it's probably because your heart is talking.
Harold could no longer pass a stranger without acknowledging the truth that everyone was the same, and also unique; and that this was the dilemma of being human.
It wasn't only fanatics and drunkards who began conversations with strangers in public.
The Gorean is suspicious of the stranger, particularly in the vicinity of his native walls. Indeed, in Gorean the same word is used for both stranger and enemy.
I just crushed Stranger Things. It's got one of my favorite actors, David Harbour. And obviously Breaking Bad and stuff like that.
When they tried me out as a host on TV, I found that I just couldn't be that gregarious person. I was stranger than that.
Living, being in the world, was a much greater and stranger thing than she had ever dreamed.
It was as though, in one moment, he had become a stranger. And I a stranger to myself.
Love is candy from a stranger, but it's candy you've had before and it probably won't kill you.
Truth is stranger than fiction-to some people, but I am measurably familiar with it.
Everything is true, and nothing is true!
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.
Blest that abode, where want and pain repair, And every stranger finds a ready chair.
You are the Supreme Being, and yet thinking yourself to be separate from it, you strive to become united with it. What is stranger than this?
Humans were so stupid. They had something so precious, and they barely safeguarded it at all. They threw away their lives for money, for packets of powder, for a stranger's charming smile.
The improvisation had to be in public, because you only get value playing to strangers.