My illness is one often characterized by dramatic overspending – in my case through frenzied shopping sprees, credit card abuse, excessive hoarding of unnecessary material goods and bizarre generosity with family, friends and even strangers.
If you are a gay couple living in Alabama, you know one thing: your family has no standing under the law; and it can and will be violated by strangers.
I used to get a sort of sociophobia, and I still get it sometimes these days when I’m in a confined space with too many people. It’s not like I freak out or anything, it’s just that I’m far more comfortable in my own company sometimes than being surrounded by one thousand strangers.
On this shrunken globe, men can no longer live as strangers.
I don’t often meet with strangers and feel okay about collaborating with them.
I don’t care what a lot of anonymous strangers think about restaurants.
I would say that my fatal flaw, as a human being, is that I need people to like me, and if they don’t like me, I will obsess over it – and try to change my personality until they like me – even if they don’t like me for reasons that have nothing to do with me, and even if they’re strangers.
Being a stand-up is my mission in life; it’s my passion. My ongoing goal is to simply be funny, on my own, in front of a roomful of strangers.
It’s kind of astonishing that people trust strangers because of words they write on computer screens.
For the cable news guest, nothing happens for a while until suddenly everything happens very quickly. After you receive your television face, you stand around for a while, ignored, until you’re sat down at a desk and asked to argue with strangers.
Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m a sucker for weddings. I’ll get misty-eyed watching the union of two perfect strangers. But in some cases – and I need to stress some cases – I feel like we’re getting blindsided by the spectacle of it all.
Occasionally, family members treat each other with less courtesy and kindness than they do acquaintances or even strangers.
The funny thing is, strangers still seem to feel comfortable coming up to me and saying things, but now usually it’s because they recognize me, and they say nice things.
I was raised by a single dad. Dad’s idea of hanging out with your kid or day care was give her $20 in quarters, drop her at the arcade, and tell her not to talk to strangers.
Family jokes, though rightly cursed by strangers, are the bond that keeps most families alive.
My everyday life in which I do exactly the same things as everyone else should not inspire people, and yet I am constantly congratulated by strangers for simply existing.
I realized I was trained my whole life to be an accommodating person, to make sure that everybody is comfortable before I’m comfortable. After giving so much of myself to strangers, I learned to care for myself a little more, especially on tour.
Jessica Jackley has a gift for making people want to fork over their cash. To total strangers. Far, far away.
‘One by Two’ is a film about two people who live in the same city and do certain things that affect each other’s lives. Yet, they are strangers. It’s difficult to put the film in any particular genre or box.
I really love weddings. You are surrounded by people who are strangers and then after you say ‘I do’ those strangers become family.
In the late nineties, Katy Grannan began making haunting photographs of people who had extraordinary inner yens to be seen by strangers.
I don’t even know how people managed without the Internet years ago. Having to mail a cassette tape of your music to strangers over the course of months… I just can’t imagine having to do that.
The rules of game shows limit stuff so much. I remember on ‘Money From Strangers,’ being in the van – not even performing – and there was a lawyer there the entire time. ‘No, you can’t give money for that. Yes, you can give money for that. That’s a partial answer. That’s a full answer.’
I’d say I’m the opposite of someone that has the urge to stand in front of strangers and make them laugh, but the idea of getting up and telling a story and people finding it amusing always appealed to me.
Audiences are not strangers to me. They’re the best friends I’ve got in my life.
Some days, I would find what seemed like entire family trees, torn from once-treasured albums and dumped in disorganized bins, selling 10 for a dollar. I wondered how people could give up pictures of their great-grandparents for complete strangers to paw through – or why complete strangers would want them.
I want to speak, to sing to total strangers. It’s my way of talking to the world.
I can’t imagine finding success and then moving to a building in Manhattan with 300 strangers, like a bunch of little ants going home at night.
I was 24 when I was embroiled in a high-profile lawsuit. This was 2014, long before, en masse and on social media, we said #MeToo and #TimesUp. At the time, I felt completely alone. Visceral, hateful online harassment from strangers left me paranoid and anxious for years afterward.
Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
I was on holiday in Morocco and in the middle of nowhere some random strangers suddenly shouted out ‘T4!’ It was so out of the blue; l was terrified for a minute!
It’s no big deal if I disappoint strangers.
Strangers he gulls, but friends make fun of him.
There’s no law against asking strangers about their lives and feelings, although sometimes it really feels like there is.
I definitely think, when you’re a teenager, it’s more forgiving to talk to strangers and go up to people at a mall or whatever.
Someone said to me at a party once, ‘Oh, yeah, you’re a comedian? Then how come you’re not funny now?’ And I just wanted to say, ‘Well, I’m just going to take this conversation we’re having and then repeat that to strangers, and then that’s the joke. You’re the joke later.’
I think everybody’s had that feeling of sitting in a theater, in a dark room, with other strangers, watching a very powerful film, and they felt that feeling of transformation.
Sri is an introvert. She doesn’t talk to strangers.
People say New Yorkers can’t get along. Not true. I saw two New Yorkers, complete strangers, sharing a cab. One guy took the tires and the radio; the other guy took the engine.
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.
Do your work for six years; but in the seventh, go into solitude or among strangers, so that the memory of your friends does not hinder you from being what you have become.
I really hate being recognised. I’m quite a shy person, and I’m not very good at talking to strangers. So when people come up to me in the street, I just find it quite awkward. I don’t really know what to say to them.
Most people don’t walk around knowing what other people think about them, and I don’t think it’s healthy to know what faceless strangers who you’ll never meet say about you.
When my TV show was in production, dozens of women asked me out on Facebook. Some were shy about it; some were blatant. Some I knew, some were total strangers. But they went for it.
Ninety per cent of the world’s woe comes from people not knowing themselves, their abilities, their frailties, and even their real virtues. Most of us go almost all the way through life as complete strangers to ourselves – so how can we know anyone else?
When I’m working with strangers, I can get a little timid or scared. With friends, I’m willing to’ try anything, because there’s a lot of trust involved.
I was so shy. I used to cross the street so I wouldn’t even have to talk to my relatives, much less strangers. That’s not shy, that’s wise. But I found that that when you had a journalist’s notebook in your hand it wasn’t really you, you see.
I’m fascinated how often and with what whole-heartedness people will risk their lives to perform acts of courage, sacrifice, and compassion for total strangers.
I hope fans walk away still feeling like their batteries are charged. I want fans walking away high-fiving strangers.
One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.
The Internet is full of strangers, generous strangers who want to help you for no reason at all. Strangers post poetry and discographies and advice and essays and photos and art and diatribes. None of them are known to you, in the old-fashioned sense. But they give the Internet its life and meaning.
Whether our forebears were strangers who crossed the Atlantic or the Pacific or the Rio Grande, we are here only because this country welcomed them in and taught them that to be an American is about something more than what we look like, or what our last names are, or how we worship.
In Vancouver, you have to lock your doors – not for strangers, but for bears.
Fear makes strangers of people who would be friends.
