#stranger

Marius and Cosette were in the dark in regard to each other. They did not speak, they did not bow, they were not acquainted; they saw each other; and, like the stars in the sky separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing upon each other. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#love #stars #strangers #victor-hugo #love

Tomorrow, smile at a perfect stranger and mean it. ↗

— John O'Callaghan

#believe #bucket-list #do-it #do-something #faith

We feel the love of strangers every day in the things they do that affect us without our knowledge. ↗

— Cassia Leo

#strangers #home

I've never been able to understand 'faith' myself, nor to see how a just God could expect his creatures to pick the one true religion out of an infinitude of false ones - by faith alone. It strikes me as a sloppy way to run an organization, whether universe or a smaller one. ↗

— Robert A. Heinlein

#science-fiction #stranger-in-a-strange-land #faith

Strangers used to gather together at the cinema and sit together in the dark, like Ancient Greeks participating in the mysteries, dreaming the same dream in unison. ↗

— Angela Carter

#ancient greeks #cinema #dark #dream #dreaming

A joker is a little fool who is different from everyone else. He's not a club, diamond, heart, or spade. He's not an eight or a nine, a king or a jack. He is an outsider. He is placed in the same pack as the other cards, but he doesn't belong there. Therefore, he can be removed without anybody missing him. ↗

— Jostein Gaarder

#joker #loneliness #stranger #king

Strangers still leave me self-conscious. ↗

— Alan Ladd

#me #self-conscious #still #strangers

Good things happen when you meet strangers. ↗

— Yo-Yo Ma

#good things #happen #meet #strangers #things

Writing songs is a profession; so it's not an attempt to take things from my interactions with other people and for some reason give them to a total stranger to listen to. I find it offensive to hear other people do that. ↗

— Will Oldham

#find #give #hear #i #interactions

I couldn't have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mother's death. The renewed energy, the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation. ↗

— Mary Schmich

#deeper #desire #energy #feel #followed