#ranger

If you go away on location for three months and your wife stays at home, you've made a whole new load of friends and she's made a whole new load of friends and you get home and you're kind of strangers. ↗

— Michael Caine

#friends #get #go #go away #home

The first actor I ever saw was The Lone Ranger. I thought, That's what I want to do. ↗

— Michael Caine

#ever #first #i #lone #lone ranger

Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives. ↗

— Marilyn Ferguson

#autobiographies #become #bodies #friends #lives

I wanted to be a forest ranger or a coal man. At a very early age, I knew I didn't want to do what my dad did, which was work in an office. ↗

— Harrison Ford

#age #coal #did #early #early age

Strangers are exciting, their mystery never ends. But, there's nothing like looking at your own history in the faces of your friends. ↗

— Ani DiFranco

#exciting #faces #friends #history #like

I used to get a sort of sociophobia, and I still get it sometimes these days when I'm in a confined space with too many people. It's not like I freak out or anything, it's just that I'm far more comfortable in my own company sometimes than being surrounded by one thousand strangers. ↗

— Ryan Kwanten

#being #comfortable #company #confined #confined space

That's the thing about flying: You could talk to someone for hours and never even know his name, share your deepest secrets and then never see them again. ↗

— Jennifer E. Smith

#flying #secrets #strangers #love

Her arms groped forward to guide her when her tears blocked her vision in darkness. Then she couldn't run any more. She sank to her knees and began to cry in her terror. She wanted Gary. She suddenly felt strong arms around her. She bent her head to bury it in Gary's shoulder, trembling in the darkness. Whimpering like a small animal in a trap, she pushed herself closer to him and said in a choked voice, "I'm so frightened!" "I know, my love," the voice said. "I'm so sorry you were hurt." She felt herself being pulled up to him, his grip around her tight. It was a strange feeling in this pitch-black hallway, where not even the light of the moon cast any illumination. The lips she touched were cold and yet they responded to her with an unusual warmth. His hands massaged her back. Something, Melanie thought, was wrong with that. The hands were too smooth, not like a plastered wrist would feel. "Gary?" she asked, backing away. She didn't trust what she couldn't see. "My love," the voice whispered, "there is no need to fear now. I shall protect you from those who mean you harm. ↗

— Clare McNally

#crying #darkness #fear #fleeing #helplessness

The Sikh gave him the money. When Menon asked for his address so that he could repay the man, the Sikh said that Menon owed the debt to any stranger who came to him in need, as long as he lived. The help came from a stranger and was to be repaid to a stranger. ↗

— Robert Fulghum

#debt #noblesse-oblige #repay #stranger #money

Sex parties, alcohol and drugs lost their appeal to Sven after a while. Music never did, in his continual search for that sober connection--intimacy with one person over a long period of time, as opposed to periods of intimacy with a bunch of random faces. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#connection #drugs #happiness #incubus #intimacy