#rangers

I do not accept reading tips from strangers, especially from indecisive men whose shirt collars are a dramatically different color from the main portion of the garment. ↗

— Joe Queenan

#reading #shirts #strangers #men

In my banjo show with the Steep Canyon Rangers, I do do comedy during that show. It'd be absurd just to stand there mute and play 25 banjo songs. ↗

— Steve Martin

#banjo #canyon #comedy #during #i

I'm more the sort of person who doesn't like hugging strangers because we don't know each other, so we shouldn't. ↗

— Carey Mulligan

#each #hugging #i #know #like

How many wives have been forced by the death of well-intentioned but too protective husbands to face reality late in life, bewildered and frightened because they were strangers to it! ↗

— Hortense Odlum

#been #bewildered #death #face #face reality

Strangers he gulls, but friends make fun of him. ↗

— Phaedrus

#fun #him #make #strangers

Day 72 I remember oranges and you don’t mind me leaving the queue momentarily to find some. When you say, Of course, you reach for my arm in sympathy and recognition. This may be the thing that breaks me today, that stops me in my tracks before driving me forward, turning a corner, making something work, letting everything happen. When I return, you’re touching my yoghurts, reading the ingredients, as though you are making them yours, protecting them in my absence and amusing yourself with the cherry-ness of them. On days like this, I want to take my strangers home with me. ↗

— Gemma Seltzer

#london #oranges #speaking #stories #strangers

The musician and the listener. If this is love between two strangers watching each other from afar, that rough, burning moment when you rush in and kiss is the show. ↗

— Tablo

#listen #listener #music #musician #strangers

Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it's unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of course the sole person we cannot go to: the one we love. So instead we seek out allies, even among strangers and wives, fellow patients who, if they can't touch the edge of our particular sorrow, have felt something that cuts nearly as deep. ↗

— Andrew Sean Greer

#allies #existentialism #love #madness #pain

I reached my hand up when he catches me by the wrist stopping me. "No touching," he speaks so low it is barley a whisper. I gasped, damn what a turn on, I try reaching for his hair with my other hand when he stops me again. Roughly he tells me again, "No touching. ↗

— Glenna Maynard

#beauty

Our very lives depend on the ethics of strangers, and most of us are always strangers to other people. ↗

— Bill Moyers

#depend #ethics #lives #most #other