Talking To Strangers Quotes

There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room.

It is even stranger than a man talking to himself or a woman standing dreaming at her stove. It is as if another planet is communicating with you.

Men always talk about the most important things to perfect strangers.

In the perfect stranger we perceive man himself; the image of a God is not disguised by resemblances to an uncle or doubts of wisdom of a mustache.

Take wrong turns. Talk to strangers. Open unmarked doors. And if you see a group of people in a field, go find out what they are doing. Do things without always knowing how they'll turn out.

I'm not good at talking to strangers, whether they're sick children or they're - I'm just not good. I'm shy with it.

The Four Levels of Comedy: Make your friends laugh, Make strangers laugh, Get paid to make strangers laugh, and Make people talk like you because it's so much fun.

to the Indian, politics are what the weather is to an Englishman.

Politics are an introduction to a stranger on a train, they are the standard filler for embarrassing silences in conversation, they are the inevitable small talk at any social gathering.

So here are reasons why I talk to strangers: because I never know what might happen, because the world is full of surprises; because the very thing I am most worried about might turn into the thing I need most.

I was very strict on that point. No devouring classmates." Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Other parents warn their kids not to talk to strangers. I had to warn mine not to eat them.

I'm not afraid of chaos and I'm happy talking to strangers.

I really love not knowing where I'm going.

I don't like talking to people I KNOW, but strangers, I have no problem with.

I always feel uncomfortable at parties, and I'm often nervous when talking to strangers. I don't think this makes me feel special. Maybe everybody feels this way.

I want to speak, to sing to total strangers. It's my way of talking to the world.

As children, many of us were taught never to talk to strangers.

As parents and grandparents, our message must change with technology to include strangers on the Internet.

No stranger ever comes up and talks to me. I'm the invisible woman.

If you don't talk to strangers, your life is so limited.

If you're careful about what you eat, you'll never try anything adventurous.

I don't worry about being a woman alone out there.

My advice to people is to smile a lot, talk to strangers, accept all invitations and eat everything you're offered.

I was walking down the street, and I found a man's hand in my pocket.

I asked, "What do you want?" "A match" "Why didn't you ask me?" "I don't talk to strangers."

Urban people, of course, are terribly scared nowadays.

They may yearn for society, but it is risky to go around talking to strangers, for a lot of reasons, one being that people are so accustomed not to have many human contacts that they are afraid they may find out they really prefer life that way.

Even now I can't stand being recognized in the street.

I just hate it when strangers come up and try to talk to me. I'm pathologically shy.

People talk about the idea of special relationships, that is, the morality only really binds people who stand in some kind of contractual relationship with each other but in fact if you take that seriously as a criteria of when we have a moral relationship then it's hard to see why we would have moral obligations to strangers for example or people who live across the sea from us but yet, every decent person believes that we do.

When you go to a club you can talk intimately to strangers you have never met before. And they will tell you things that will be shocking to hear. Because, on the whole, people behave honestly in this situation. At the same time they can be very false.

I'm not going to talk about my private life with a total stranger, unless I feel like I need to. Why would I? I don't.

It doesn't matter if you're religious or not.

Does anything make you feel more uncomfortable than some stranger going, I'd like to talk to you about Jesus?

Whenever someone asks me about fantasy versus realism, I'm like, "I don't know, guys. Did we not all just descend into some underworld, watch strangers from our past kaleidoscope through us according to some pattern that is both illogical and has its own strange melting truth, and then wake up and have a Pop-Tart?" Why are we talking about fantasy and reality like they're opposed?

It's an amazingly consistent thing with Irish people.

We will talk to strangers at parties for hours. It's what we were bred to do I think. And the Jewish people were bred to write the stuff that we say.

Don't talk to strangers. Sure, unless you want to meet anyone ever.

When I was ten, my pa told me never to talk to strangers. We haven't spoken since.

Here's a guy [Richard Nixon] who had no gift for small talk, never liked to be around strangers, was physically awkward, and he goes into the one business that calls for ease with strangers and a gift for small talk.

Sports (and the often barely withheld violence around them) have become one of the few modern ways to connect with strangers. They give an amazing number of geeks things to talk about. In the old days we settled for, "Hello, how are you?

It's good for art to make us think, to give us a shared experience that creates a dialogue, makes us talk to each other, including strangers.

My first decade of living in a metropolis was like, I was a people watcher. It meant the world to me to talk to strangers. I got excited about the fifth time I'd see the same person in the same bodega. I loved getting to know a certain clerk or barista. It took on a whole big meaning for me because of that atomization that suburban people do start to feel.

I often don't endorse what I tweet, rather I want to throw things about to spark conversation or controversy. What I think about something is not particularly important when talking to thousands of unknown strangers.

if there ever was a time for sentimentality and traditional merrymaking, one that has transcended religious orientation, Christmas must be that time. The effect seems salutary: even people who ordinarily are as colorful and gay as groundworms, who would dare not consider a flamboyant gesture, hang long strings of brightly colored lights around their houses, trim Christmas trees, and talk to strangers.

It was in Warwick Castle that I came across the curious stranger whom I am going to talk about. He attracted me by three things: his candid simplicity, his marvelous familiarity with ancient armor, and the restfulness of his company--for he did all the talking.