It was strange how the future seemed tied inseparably to the past, so that both revolved through the present, like a great wheel...
Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.
Many are the strange chances of the world,' said Mithrandir, 'and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.
Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.
It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn't the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.
It was strange, really. A couple months ago, I had thought I couldn’t live without him. Apparently I could.
Strange where our passions carry us, floggingly pursue us, forcing upon us unwanted dreams, unwelcome destinies.
What I read told me that the Mankindman was a strange creature which stand on to legs. It seems to be a man from both sides; maybe all sides are man!
There is an enduring freshness in what remains strange and obscure which the cliches of greatness can only evoke nostalgia for.
Once you tell your first lie, the first time you lie for him, you are in it with him, and then you are lost.
But what was I but a scared child lost in a strange world? How could I replace all that been lost? Where was my place in the world?
There is a strange moment in time, after something horrible happens, when you know it's true, but you haven't told anyone yet.
As for Doing-good...I have tried it fairly, and, strange as it may seem, am satisfied that it does not agree with my constitution.
I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.
Strange, how the best moments of our lives we scarcely notice except in looking back.
After the prayer they executed an armed robbery. That sounds very strange this many years later: prayer and then armed robbery.
I think I have a strange thing growing out of my neck that causes me to think too much.
On the frozen tundra, I milked a cow and pumped out ice cream. Strangely, it had chunks of strawberries in it.
How strange it is, sometimes, which conversations or events stays with us while so much else melts as fast as April snow.
Maybe times are never strange to women: it is just one continuous monotonous thing full of the repeated follies of their menfolks.
Are cats strange animals or do they so resemble us that we find them curious as we do monkeys?
