#strangers

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

Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives. ↗

— Marilyn Ferguson

#autobiographies #become #bodies #friends #lives

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

Strangers are exciting, their mystery never ends. But, there's nothing like looking at your own history in the faces of your friends. ↗

— Ani DiFranco

#exciting #faces #friends #history #like

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. ↗

— Ryan Kwanten

#being #comfortable #company #confined #confined space

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#haven #here #met #only #strangers

Normally we divide the external world into that which we consider to be good or valuable, bad or worthless, or neither. Most of the time these discriminations are incorrect or have little meaning. For example, our habitual way of categorizing people as friends, enemies, and strangers depending on how they make us feel is both incorrect and a great obstacle to developing impartial love for all living beings. Rather than holding so tightly to our discriminations of the external world, it would be much more beneficial if we learned to discriminate between valuable and worthless states of mind. ↗

— Geshe Kelsang Gyatso

#discrimination #enemies #friends #good #mind

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

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

I find it utterly bizarre that total strangers write about your life in a completely fictional manner. ↗

— Helena Christensen

#bizarre #completely #fictional #find #i