Strange Quotes - Page 4

This is your life. Now go make it the one you've always wanted.

I did not know then that this is what life is - just when you master the geometry of one world, it slips away, and suddenly again, you're swarmed by strange shapes and impossible angles.

Strange—we are always inhabiting more than one realm of existence—but they all fit in if the art is right.

The most important things in our intimate lives can't be discussed with strangers, except in books.

That's the strange thing about a good story. No pleasure if you can't share it.

We have reached a strange new place in marketing when tweets become full-page print ads.

There's something strange and powerful about black-and-white imagery.

Photography is the recording of strangeness and beauty with beguiling precision.

As you love yourself, so shall you love others. Strange but true, with no exceptions.

The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?

Life is full of strange absurdities, which, strangely enough, do not even need to appear plausible, since they are true.

Friendship is a strange animal. It only thrives in voluntary enjoyment of each other's company, in the pleasure of nonobligatory connection. I repeat: You owe me nothing.

It's strange how death mocks us, that only in death do we cherish [the ones we love].

The world is so strange that maybe it’s perfectly logical.

Fun has to do with habitual activities but then also terrifically novel or unusual ones. It works as a sort of strange milkshake of those concepts.

With my old man I got no respect. He told me never take candy from a stranger unless he offered me a ride.

While so much is said of the inferior intellect of woman, it is by a strange absurdity conceded that very many eminent men owe their station in life to their mothers.

It is strange how in some things honest people can be dishonest without the slightest compunction.

Get out of your head, into your space and await the invisible stranger

The truth has a strange way of following you, of coming up to you and making you listen to what it has to say.

And life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you're watching someone die.

The things in my songs are the edited highlights of my life. I don't go seeking out strange sexual experiences every day of the week.

I have never been bored an hour in my life. I get up every morning wondering what new strange glamorous thing is going to happen and it happens at fairly regular intervals.

Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?

I've been thinking about Jesus. Don't you find it a bit strange that, since He was living with His family and all, He up and left them just when they needed him most?