#rangers

Our people, though capable of strong and durable feeling, were not demonstrative in their affection at any time, least of all in the presence of guests or strangers. ↗

— Charles Eastman

#any #capable #demonstrative #durable #feeling

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

And if strangers come to supper they shall be served with more according as they have need. ↗

— Robert Grosseteste

#come #more #need #served #shall

When a dog barks at the moon, then it is religion; but when he barks at strangers, it is patriotism! ↗

— David Starr Jordan

#dog #moon #patriotism #religion #strangers

I want to speak, to sing to total strangers. It's my way of talking to the world. ↗

— Adrian Mitchell

#sing #speak #strangers #talking #total

The first band I was in, I think was called The Strangers. I got the sack because I was too small! ↗

— Noel Redding

#because #called #first #got #i

Do you not know that God entrusted you with that money (all above what buys necessities for your families) to feed the hungry, to clothe the naked, to help the stranger, the widow, the fatherless; and, indeed, as far as it will go, to relieve the wants of all mankind? How can you, how dare you, defraud the Lord, by applying it to any other purpose? ↗

— John Wesley

#christianity #clothing #compassion #evangelism #faithfulness

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

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

Spend twenty years there and you ask yourself how there can still be strangers with so many familiar faces ... it's probably that cities generate strangers continuously ... ↗

— Frederik Peeters

#strangers #love