strange

When strange objects shapes the landscape, we get fiction

There was a spring in his carefully measured step. He opened the door and let the sunlight in, as if opening himself up, letting pent-up energy out and, letting the world enter inside- letting the light illuminate him. It was strange to see him like that, a tad amusing perhaps. He had thought it over. He had decided to welcome me with happiness and joy and to present his best self to me, whenever I decide to come.

Quiet people always know more than they seem. Although very normal, their inner world is by default fronted mysterious and therefore assumed weird. Never underestimate the social awareness and sense of reality in a quiet person; they are some of the most observant, absorbent persons of all.

We live in a strange world where people don__ try to know who we are, rather they go by, what they think we are!

...And maybe one day you will wake up as an infant in a completely different universe, and your entire life thus far was just one big dream.

Loving someone is sticking a pin through a voodoo doll and not hitting any vital organs

Are you trying to call me strange, Mandrake?_ I pout playfully.He nods. __our strange is what makes you sensational to me.

And now, for something completely the same:Wasted time and wasted breath,'s what I'll make, until my death.Helping people 'd be as good,but I wouldn't, if I could.For the few that help deserve,have no need, or not the nerve,help from strangers to accept,plus from mine a few have wept.Wept from joy, or from despair,or just from my vengeful stare.Ways I have, to look at stupid,make them see I am not Cupid.Make them see they are in error,for of truth I am a bearer.Most decide I'm just a bear,mauling at them, - like I care.

It's amazing how easy the truth is to accept...No matter how strange.

What appears strange and complex becomes stranger and more complicated once you begin to investigate it. That's the true nature of the world.

When we are born,It is into a strange world.And when we live life,We find that we are all strangers.Yet when we die,We find that we were all friends who never knew it.

World is getting stranger and stranger... I think there is interesting perspective in the series "Falling Water".

High altitude astronomy is a strange world of oxygen starvation, sleep deprivation and radiation sickness.

I'm a lion in a strange land.

Strange world isn't it?

But please remember: this is only a work of fiction. The truth, as always, will be far stranger.

Memory has strange power keeps full data of the past.

I inadvertently had a very high dose of environmental transcranial magnetic stimulation (TMS) when commissioning a very high powered utility electronic power plant and I can assure you that it can do very strange things to your thinking and the effects last a very long time!