#stranger

Good things happen when you meet strangers. ↗

— Yo-Yo Ma

#good things #happen #meet #strangers #things

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

Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction. ↗

— Lord Byron

#fiction #strange #stranger #than #truth

For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction. ↗

— Lord Byron

#fiction #strange #stranger #than #truth

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

There is nothing more thrilling in this world, I think, than having a child that is yours, and yet is mysteriously a stranger. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#having #i #i think #more #mysteriously

An overwhelming curiosity makes me ask myself what their lives might be like. I want to know what they do, where they're from, their names, what they're thinking about at that moment, what they regret, what they hope for, their past loves, their current dreams ... and if they happen to be women (especially the young ones) then the urge becomes intense. How quickly would you want to see her naked, admit it, and naked through to her heart. How you try to learn where she comes from, where she's going, why she's here and not elsewhere! While letting your eyes wander all over her, you imagine love affairs for her, you ascribe her deep feelings. You think of the bedroom she must have, and a thousand things besides ... right down to the battered slippers into which she must slip her feet when she gets out of bed. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#love #strangers #women #dreams

Dr. Jules Hilbert: Hell Harold, you could just eat nothing but pancakes if you wanted. Harold Crick: What is wrong with you? Hey, I don't want to eat nothing but pancakes, I want to live! I mean, who in their right mind in a choice between pancakes and living chooses pancakes? Dr. Jules Hilbert: Harold, if you pause to think, you'd realize that that answer is inextricably contingent upon the type of life being led... and, of course, the quality of the pancakes. ↗

— Zach Helm

#ferrell #fiction #food #harold #helm