#rangers

Soon the child learns that there are strangers, and ceases to be a child. ↗

— Max Muller

#child #learns #soon #strangers

I'm hopefully touring with Colin Baker next year in Perfect Strangers. I have performed with Sylvia Simms in poetry and music evenings. I would love to do those for the rest of my career - they are so fun and witty. ↗

— Louise Jameson

#career #colin #evenings #fun #hopefully

At the bottom of enmity between strangers lies indifference. ↗

— Soren Kierkegaard

#bottom #enmity #indifference #lies #strangers

The Four Levels of Comedy: Make your friends laugh, Make strangers laugh, Get paid to make strangers laugh, and Make people talk like you because it's so much fun. ↗

— Jerry Seinfeld

#comedy #four #friends #fun #get

For this reason, strangers are not really conceived as individuals, but as strangers of a particular type: the element of distance is no less general in regard to them than the element of nearness. ↗

— Georg Simmel

#distance #element #general #individuals #less

The place of my birth, and residence for nearly sixteen years, in the early part of my life, became endeared to my feelings and affections; and more especially so after I had quitted it for an unknown place, and to associate with strangers. ↗

— John Britton

#after #associate #became #birth #early

It seems the older we get, the tighter our inner circle becomes. When life has you down, some of those you thought had your back run, others...sometimes strangers surprise you and fill that empty space up. Oh, but life has a great balancing act and when that axle turns and you are right side up again...you will definitely not be looking for any long, lost "friends" because your inner circle is battle-tested to win! ↗

— Sanjo Jendayi

#deserie-johnson #down #friends #inner-circle #life

Love enables mutual trust among strangers. ↗

— Toba Beta

#love #mutual-trust #strangers #love

Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #literature #literature-quotes #philosophy #poetry

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