A Quote by Kenneth Oppel

It was as though, in one moment, he had become a stranger. And I a stranger to myself. — © Kenneth Oppel
It was as though, in one moment, he had become a stranger. And I a stranger to myself.
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.
It was his peculiar happiness that he scarcely ever found a stranger whom he did not leave a friend; but it must likewise be added, that he had not often a friend long without obliging him to become a stranger.
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...
If you are a stranger to prayer, you are a stranger to the greatest source of power known to human beings.
Praise a stranger with a few nice words and he becomes a stranger that calls you a friend.
He will deal harshly by a stranger who has not been himself often a traveller or stranger.
You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend.
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.
You are a stranger, I am a stranger, we all remain strangers, and nevertheless we can like or even love each other.
Silence sat in the taxi, as though a stranger had got in.
Scripture tells us that we shall not oppress a stranger, for we know the heart of a stranger. We were strangers once, too.
I turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I'm the stranger.
American poetry is this country's greatest patrimony. It takes a stranger to see some things clearly. This is one of them, and I am that stranger.
I nod to a passing stranger, and the stranger nods back, and two human beings go off, feeling a little less anonymous.
I not only lived physically away from my native land, but the values and critical judgments of those closest to me became stranger and stranger.
. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.
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