“He was my father and yet he was a stranger to me. I had never seen him.
I thought to myself, How can we ever speak to one another? He’s as strange to me as a demon.”
″‘Nate, why don’t you go outside for a while? I saw some kids playing out there.’
‘But I don’t know them.’
‘Then go get acquainted. When I was your age, I was friends with whoever happened to be out roaming the neighborhood.’
‘Sounds like a good way to get stabbed by a hobo,’ Nate grumbled.
‘You know what I mean.‘”
“The house is silent now and she feels like a stranger here. ‘This life was never ours,’ she whispers to the dog, who has been following her from room to room, and Luli wags her tail and stares at Miranda with wet brown eyes. ‘We were only ever borrowing it.’”
“I was the scaredest young fella in the State of New Hampshire. I thought I’d make a mistake for sure. And when I saw you comin’ down that aisle I thought you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen, but the only trouble was that I’d never seen you before. There I was in the Congregation Church marryin’ a total stranger.”
“I go about the world, obedient to the god, and search and make enquiry into the wisdom of any one, whether citizen or stranger, who appears to be wise; and if he is not wise, then in vindication of the oracle I show him that he is not wise; and my occupation quite absorbs me, and I have no time to give either to any public matter of interest or to any concern of my own, but I am in utter poverty by reason of my devotion to the god.”
“Evil is a faceless stranger,
living in a distant neighborhood.
Evil has a wholesome, hometown face,
with merry eyes and an open smile.
Evil walks among us, wearing a mask
which looks like all our faces.”
“‘So, I’m not strange anymore?’ he asks.
‘What?’
‘You’re riding in my car, which must mean I’m not a stranger anymore.’
‘Actually, the more I’m around you, the stranger you get.’”
“I couldn’t work out whether it was just coincidence. Whether his words were really intended for me, whether they truly reflected on our conversation, or whether they were just the throwaway ramblings of some bloke on a bus.”
“I am a stranger in this church. Indeed, I have not been here since spring of 1692, so long ago now that it seems but a dim memory, and the girl I was at that time seems certainly like another person. Me and yet not me, that young girl. For she was as innocent to the dangers around her as my own baby daughter who now sleeps peacefully in my arms.”
“‘It’s a bad place for a stranger,’ old Goulven had said: ‘you’d better take a guide;’ and I had replied, ‘I shall not lose myself.’ Now I knew that I had lost myself, as I sat there smoking, with the sea-wind blowing in my face.”
″‘Thank you! Thank you!’ Isabel cried. Her heart ached with gratitude toward these people. Just a moment’s kindness from each of them might mean the difference between death and survival for her mother and everyone else on the little raft.”
“Well this is my story- the story of me and my daughter, of my husband and my son and of two perfect strangers. It is the story of how one day, sixteen years ago, without notice, without warning, we were all struck by lightning.”
“Brother bear was cautious and careful and a little weary of strangers. Sister, on the other hand, wasn’t the least bit wary. She was friendly to a fault. ”
“this dire emergency, to meet only the beautiful eyes of perfect strangers, instead of the merry, friendly, commonplace, twinkling, jolly little eyes of its own brothers and sisters. “This is most truly awful,” said Cyril when he had tried to lift up the Lamb, and the Lamb had scratched like a cat and bellowed like a bull. “We’ve got to make friends with him! I can’t carry him home screaming like that. Fancy having to make friends with our own baby!—it’s too silly.” That, however, was exactly what they had to do. It took over an hour, and the task was not rendered”
“The reason you should never talk to a stranger and never ever take presents from a stranger and never ever go anywhere with a stranger is that it’s dangerous.”
″ ‘There’ll always be a couple bad apples in every barrel.’ That’s the way it is with strangers. Cubs have to be careful because of a few ‘bad apples’.”
″ You know, what Papa told you was quite right. It’s not a good idea to talk to strangers or accept presents or rides from them. But, that doesn’t mean that all strangers are bad.”
″ ‘Those boys looked mean, like they’d start a fire or something like that. That’s why I hollered at them like I did.’
‘I see. Ima Dean, can you hear me or have your ears gone bad on you again?’
‘No’m, I can hear you. You’re mad at me, aren’t you?’
‘Why, no. Why should I be? It’s all right to holler at strangers. I always do. If they run up to you and stick a knife in your ribs, well, what does that matter? We’re Christians. We know this is not the only life.’ ”
“She eased her shoulder out from under his chin and turned to look at him properly, wondering if this was the kind of stranger she was supposed not to speak to. On the whole, she thought he was.”
″...maybe this is why Papi stopped listening to music, because it can make your body want to rebel. To speak up.
And even that young I learned music can become a bridge between you and a total stranger.”
He’s never named one of his paintings before. To make matters even stranger, he has insisted his son and daughter-in-law and granddaughter Jess go on a vacation to the place he lived growing up. The family drives for hours and moves into a small cottage by a river that starts up beyond them and eventually flows down into the ocean. Jess, an excellent swimmer who craves time in the water, loves the location and the river.
“What could he and she really know of each other, since it was his duty, as a “decent” fellow, to conceal his past from her, and hers, as a marriageable girl, to have no past to conceal?”
“We think we can easily see into the hearts of others based on the flimsiest of clues. We jump at the chance to judge strangers. We would never do that to ourselves, of course. We are nuanced and complex and enigmatic. But the stranger is easy.”
“All presente and correct,′ the driver added. Ahead of us, the other Granada was already parked near the front entrance - but there was no sign of Dad or Nicola. Our driver switched off the lights and the engine. ‘You folks go in, I ‘ll bring the bags,’ he said as he got out.”
“Train compartments are odd affairs to begin with. Complete strangers find themselves together here and after a few hours know each other so well, it’s as if they’ve been best friends for years.”
“Frances had struggled to explain that strangers were by definition interesting. It was their strangeness. The not-knowing. Once you knew everything there was to know about someone, you were generally ready to divorce them.”
“These rooms ought to belong only to us. Oh, how fallen in their destination! How unworthily occupied! An ancient family to be so driven away! Strangers filling their place!”
As I lounged in the park, or strolled down Piccadilly, I used to look at every one who passed me and wonder, with a mad curiosity, what sort of lives they led.