Strange Quotes
With all of her dazzling achievements and stupendous material strides, America has maintained its strange ambivalence on the question of racial justice.
Where progress for the Negro in America is concerned, there is a tragic misconception of time among whites. They seem to cherish a strange, irrational notion that something in the very flow of time will cure all ills.
A prodigious event had happened. The monotony of toil and of the daily round was suddenly broken. Everything was strange and new. War aroused the primordial instincts of races born of strife. Adventure beckoned to her children. A larger, nobler life seemed to be about to open upon the world. But it was, in fact, only Death.
Stuff that's hidden and murky and ambiguous is scary because you don't know what it does.
There's a strange sense of pleasure being beat to hell by a storm when you're on a ship that is not going to sink.
In Los Angeles, I feel connected to a hubbub of strangeness. And I enjoy that; I like strangeness.
People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.
People are strange when you're a stranger.
The Night is young & full of rest, I can't describe the way she's dress'd, She'll pander to some strange requests, Anything that you suggest, Anything to please her guest.
The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun.
Do you believe me if I tell you that even though I've traveled the world, I didn't really see anything? Strange, isn't it? Sometimes, we call that the price to pay.
A song is like a dream, and you have to make it come true. They're like strange countries that you have to enter. You can write a song anywhere, in a railroad compartment, on a boat, on horseback -- it helps to be moving. Sometimes people who have the greatest talent for writing songs never write any because they are not moving.
I wake up from dreams and go, 'Wow, put this down on paper'. The whole thing is strange. You hear the words, everything is right there in front of your face.
I know we make our own reality, and we always have a choice, but how much is preordained? Is there always a fork in the road, and are there two preordained paths that are equally preordained? There could be hundreds of paths where one could go this way or that way -- there's a chance, and it's very strange sometimes.
What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.
Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.
It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely.
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