Thirty was so strange for me. I’ve really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult.

I’m not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different from yours.

Arguing is a game that two can play at. But it is a strange game in that neither opponent ever wins.

When you look closely people are so strange & so complicated that they’re actually beautiful.

What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.

The strangest thing about strange things is that they’re only strange when you hear about them or think about them later, but never when you’re living them.

We know so very little about this strange planet we live on, this haunted world where all answers lead only to more mystery.

If you haven’t found something strange during the day, it hasn’t been much of a day.

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.

I think, actually, everyone starts out with some strange in them. It’s just whether or not you decide to keep it.

Sometimes blessings come in strange packages.

Well, my deliberate opinion is – it’s a jolly strange world.

It’s a strange lesson to learn in life that your differences, the things that make you feel uncomfortable about yourself are what will help you to grow into who you are. Those are your gifts.

Isn’t it strange that I who have written only unpopular books should be such a popular fellow?

At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done–then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago.

Hope is a strange invention – A Patent of the Heart – In unremitting action Yet never wearing out

How strange and foolish is man. He looses his health in gaining wealth. Then to regain health he wastes his wealth. He ruins is present while worrying about his future – but weeps in the future by recalling his past. He lives as though death shall never come to him – but dies in a way as if he were never born.

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.

Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.

There is a science of war, but how strange that there isn’t a science of peace. There are colleges of war; why can’t we study peace?

In life you get one take, and it’s perfect. It’s strange, afterwards you might think I shouldn’t have reacted that way, but that’s the way you reacted. That’s your take; that’s all you get.

The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.

We’re a strange animal, so often destroying what we love for selfish ends, and yet tantalized by the sense that there are other choices if only we had strength to make them. In the politics of 400 years ago, we find the same questions we battle with today.

All say, ‘how hard it is that we have to die’ — a strange complaint to come from the mouths of those who have had to live.

Go to church once a week and nobody pays attention. Worship God seven days a week and you become strange!

Fate is not quite as strange as it appears!

Romance is the combination of something that is strange with something that is secure.

O Time and change! – with hair as gray as was my sire’s that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!

Do not reject anything because it is new or strange, and do not sneer nor jeer at what comes from the Lord, for if we do, we endanger our salvation.

How strange it is to be anything at all.

Spite is a little word, but it represents as strange a jumble of feelings and compound of discords, as any polysyllable in the language.

Strange! that what is enjoyed without pleasure cannot be discontinued without pain!

It’s a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat sh** and die.

There is nothing strange in the circle being the origin of any and every marvel.

Strange is the man who practices his religion.

Inanimate objects sometimes appear endowed with a strange power of sight. A statue notices, a tower watches, the face of an edifice contemplates.

But aren’t many gardens beautiful because they are imperfect?…aren’t the strange, new flowers that arise by mistake or misadventure as pleasing as the well-tended and planned?

You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.

Strange how love coexists with hate, how they render eachother mute, how the swilling of them together makes a new and softer, sympathetic thing.

It was strange, I reflected.. that even in the weirdest circumstances, the most troubling episodes of one’s life, the greatest divides from home and familiarity, there were these moments of undeniable joy.

A few drinks later you’re not so choosy when the closing lights strip off the shadows on this strange new flesh you’ve found.

No shame in saying that I felt a loneliness drifting through me. Funny how it was, everyone perched in their own little world with the deep need to talk, each person with their own tale, beginning in some strange middle point, then trying so hard to tell it all, to have it all make sense, logical and final.

Yes, hope is a strange thing. Peace at last. But at what price?

The other day I was down by the Hudson River, and I see two nuns in full habit rollerblading down the street holding hands. And I’m like, ‘Oh, my God, I get it. The world is surreal and beautiful. And everything is fine.’

It has always seemed strange to me… the things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second.

Recounting the strange is like telling one’s dreams: one can communicate the events of a dream, but not the emotional content, the way that a dream can colour one’s entire day.

One of the most amazing things ever said on this earth is Jesus’s statement: “He that is greatest among you shall be your servant.” Nobody has one chance in a billion of being thought really great after a century has passed except those who have been the servants of all. That strange realist from Bethlehem knew that.

A Pentagon official once said the people who would actually push the button probably have never seen a person die. He said the only hope -and it’s a strange thought – is if they put the button to launch the nuclear war behind a man’s heart. The President, then, with a rusty knife, would have to cut out the man’s heart, kill the man, to get to the button.

Do not allow negative thoughts to enter your mind for they are the weeds that strange confidence.