Words matter. These are the best Strangers Quotes from famous people such as Baha’u’llah, Ian Mcewan, Trevor Noah, Donal Logue, Jenji Kohan, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
The tabernacle of unity hath been raised; regard ye not one another as strangers.
I want to live in a place where strangers rush to help someone in distress.
I like the anonymity, the fact that you’re a stranger making strangers laugh. You aren’t forcing them to laugh – it’s involuntary, and that’s when they give the most honest response.
Ultimately, it has been a struggle- but I was in Minneapolis and Austin a couple of weeks ago, sitting in theaters with complete strangers watching this weird movie that Kirk and I thought up and I was excited to be making film.
I was broke when I lived in New York City during college, so I’d spend weekends walking around town, grabbing something to eat, and interacting with strangers. That ritual has stuck with me.
When I was small, my most serious handicap was a painful bashfulness in the presence of strangers.
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.
If two friends ask you to judge a dispute, don’t accept, because you will lose one friend; on the other hand, if two strangers come with the same request, accept because you will gain one friend.
I love talking, even to strangers.
London audiences are the most challenging around – it’s a group of such diverse strangers.
I just constantly tell myself that I should be the only one to define my worth and what I’m capable of and how I perceive myself. And that I should never source that worth from other people, especially strangers on social media. They don’t know who I am, the length of my journey, who I am as a person.
In a media culture, we not only judge strangers by how they look but by the images of how they look. So we want attractive pictures of our heroes and repulsive images of our enemies.
New Orleans is a great city. My favorite part is the music. I love being to walk on the street and dance with strangers. It’s really fun.
Young actors often don’t think of the consequences of doing nudity or sex scenes. They want the role so badly that they agree to be exploited, and then end up embarrassing family, friends, and even strangers.
Queen Elizabeth is reserved when she meets strangers – but with friends and family she can be very witty.
I know Australians are no strangers to pubs, but in the U.K., the pub is a real meeting place because the houses can be quite small, so the pub is an extension of the living space.
If you want to go out and see a movie and sit in a dark room with strangers, it’s not an experience you can replicate at home.
Family jokes, though rightly cursed by strangers, are the bond that keeps most families alive.
To work with someone you love is something special, an incredible experience. But it could be a negative. You have to make a strong commitment to be honest; you’re not just being polite, like strangers on an airplane; you’re working.
Inauthenticity is endemic in American politics today. The political backrooms where I spent much of my career were just as benighted as my personal life, equally crowded with shadowy strangers and compromises, truths I hoped to deny. I lived not in one closet but in many.
I love scary movies! My two favorites are pretty neck and neck: ‘The Orphanage’ and ‘The Strangers.’
Self-improvement books, friends, and polite strangers often tell soothing lies about our physical appearance that prevent many of us from facing, discussing, and solving our real problems.
It’s weird how people who are the least close to me or who’ve never even met me purport to be experts on the real me; and then, sadly, there are those who could be in touch with me but prefer to gossip with strangers about me instead.
I don’t accept gifts from perfect strangers – but then, nobody’s perfect.
Making movies is not rocket science. It’s about relationships and communication and strangers coming together to see if they can get along harmoniously, productively, and creatively. That’s a challenge. When it works, it’s fantastic and will lift you up. When it doesn’t work, it’s almost just as fascinating.
When I finally returned home after my five-week hospitalization, I could feel the stares of strangers on my bald head and thinning eyebrows. Everywhere I went, cancer spoke for me before I could say the first word.
How can I impress strangers with the gem-like flame of my literary passion if it’s a digital slate I’m carrying around, trying not to get it all thumbprinty?
When I was 19, I went door to door selling long-distance phone service to put myself through school. I was studying to become a computer graphic technician. I always got strangers saying, ‘You should model; you should act.’ A co-worker finally said, ‘Go see this acting coach.’
Skeptical of strangers, lobstermen are keepers of secrets, working in the howling wind and hot sun, the icy snows, and bewildering fog. When I was growing up, the lore was that they had the right to shoot anyone who messed with their traps.
Sometimes I don’t want to stand around a room full of strangers, chitchatting about nothing, so I’ll come late to a party – and leave early. Though now that I’m saying this in a magazine, I’ll probably never be invited to another one.
I had no trouble with strangers finding out about my anxiety. It was my friends and colleagues I was concerned about.
Sharing bad news with strangers is most certainly a selfish act.
I watch a lot of TV – ‘Perfect Strangers,’ ‘Family Matters,’ ‘Who’s the Boss?’ – then I go over my notes in the script, lock it into my head and go to bed.
We have essentially gone from being communities that were policed by people from the communities to being communities that are policed by strangers, and that’s no longer a community: that’s an area that’s under siege.
I’ve lost count of the number of times that I’ve been approached by strangers wanting to tell me that they think I’m brave or inspirational, and this was long before my work had any kind of public profile.
The Iraqi people are some of the warmest people you’ll meet in your life. They are extremely receptive to strangers. Their hospitality is immense.
My faith is a huge part of my life. I don’t force it into my music, but it’s in my experiences, so it comes through. People pick up on what they want to pick up on, but any way strangers connect to a song that I wrote is awesome.
I was afraid of having to present my big nose to strangers.
Paradoxically, since gay men rarely have gay parents, cultural transmission must come from friends or strangers (a problem since the generations so seldom mix in gay life).
I’m so touched that complete strangers will send me a script asking me to be in their film. That still amazes me – and sometimes for a lot of money too.
When I was talking to strangers over the Internet in the 1990s, there would be a much more intense connection because they’re disembodied, so it’s just your brain and your soul interacting with this other person, and it just frees you up in this incredibly empowering way.
The Queen is distant towards strangers. But with friends and family she can be very funny.
In real life, nothing would be more tedious than trailing around after two strangers as they went house-hunting in Hertfordshire. But for some reason, television is more compelling than real life.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the idea that strangers know who I am. I don’t know if I want to.
Anything is possible on a train: a great meal, a binge, a visit from card players, an intrigue, a good night’s sleep, and strangers’ monologues framed like Russian short stories.
To succeed in the tech industry, you start businesses, make money, and make smart investments. But to succeed in the tech community, you do and build awesome things, are generous with your time and efforts, and make a point of making space for strangers – without any expectation of payback.
It has been one of my difficulties, in arguing this question out of doors with friends or strangers, that I rarely find any intelligible agreement as to the object of the war.
To an outsider, Abilene was like a small landfall in the Sargasso Sea – remote, laconic, and forever closed to strangers.
If these men decided that they have to go in there and fight, I want them to send their own children and grandchildren. I want them to not send a bunch of strangers’ kids in there to fight and die.
Naming me ‘Twinkle’ was a foolproof way of making sure that I would get teased throughout my life, have immigration officers at various airports stare at my passport and shake with hysterical laughter, and strangers stalk me with WhatsApp messages like, ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, little star, I hope you get hit by a car!’
Marriage is nature’s way of keeping us from fighting with strangers.
At the bottom of enmity between strangers lies indifference.
Instead of showing strangers kindness and giving them the benefit of the doubt, we increasingly show them only fear, and that is bad for us and them.
We don’t woo our wives with clubs. We don’t leave old folks on ice floes. And maybe the time has come to quit diving into rip tides to save people we don’t know. We’ve outgrown a lot of survival-of-the-fittest strategies, and risking our lives for strangers might be one of them.