A Quote by Stella Benson

Call no man a foe, but never love a stranger. — © Stella Benson
Call no man a foe, but never love a stranger.
Call no man foe, but never love a stranger.
I am a shy man. I can't call a stranger and talk.
It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a seagull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must be a little in love with death!
We had lain together, skin on skin, been as close as two people could, and he was a stranger. He was that someone who you are afraid of as a child, stranger. They never told you that stranger might be someone you knew.
You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend.
You are a stranger, I am a stranger, we all remain strangers, and nevertheless we can like or even love each other.
The Sikh gave him the money. When Menon asked for his address so that he could repay the man, the Sikh said that Menon owed the debt to any stranger who came to him in need, as long as he lived. The help came from a stranger and was to be repaid to a stranger.
Don't wait for a feeling or love in order to share Christ with a stranger. You already love your heavenly Father, and you know that this stranger is created by Him, but separated from Him... so take those first steps in evangelism because you love God. It is not primarily out of compassion for humanity that we share our faith or pray for the lost; it is first of all, love for God.
I love, because my love is not dependent on the object of love. My love is dependent on my state of being. So whether the other person changes, becomes different, friend turns into a foe, does not matter, because my love was never dependent on the other person. My love is my state of being. I simply love.
We cannot let external criticism, even if it's true, fortify our internal foe. That foe is strong enough already.
Have Love. Not love alone for one, but man as man they brother call; and scatter like the circling sun thy charities on all.
An identity is questioned only when it is menaced, as when the mighty begin to fall, or when the wretched begin to rise, or when the stranger enters the gates, never, thereafter, to be a stranger.
Every time a man unburdens his heart to a stranger he reaffirms the love that unites humanity.
In Moscow you sit in a huge room at a restaurant; you know no one and no one knows you, and at the same time you don't feel a stranger. But here you know everyone and everyone knows you, and yet you are a stranger - a stranger... A stranger, and lonely...
The so-called mother of the child isn't the child's begetter, but only a sort of nursing soil for the new-sown seed. The man, the one on top, is the true parent, while she, a stranger, foster's a stranger's sprout.
And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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