Strangers Quotes Quotes

“If we are all streams of consciousness, then apart from genetic similarities, and conditioning, we are all strangers to our siblings.”
― Jack Freestone

“His body is a masterpiece, inked in stories I long to trace.
Each muscle, carved like a goddess’ desire, tempts my fingertips to linger.
His smile disarms me, melts my doubts into longing.
His voice—low, smooth—sends shivers down my spine.
And his touch… oh, his touch—electric, addictive, unforgettable.
Against his chest, I find solace, the rhythm of his heartbeat my lullaby.
His ambition is wildfire, a force that builds empires—
Yet in my arms, he is simply mine.
Imperfect, yet perfect in every way that matters.
I don’t yet know his love, but I crave the way it would feel.
And something tells me, maybe, he craves me too.”
― Marion Bekoe

“To one full of love:
a stranger is his brother,
a stranger is his sister,
a stranger is his mother,
a stranger is his father.
To one full of self:
a stranger is a nuisance,
a stranger is an intruder,
a stranger is an adversary,
a stranger is a stranger.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“Embracing strangers is better than rejecting friends.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“It’s strange we think we are strangers.
If we are strangers and that makes us all not strangers”
― Dido Stargaze

“I will forever remember these folks for the exemplary kind and gentle manner in which they treat people…even complete strangers.”
― Michael ONeill, Road Work: Images And Insights Of A Modern Day Explorer

“Wealth to me is knowing due to my actions a stranger's family is fed.”
― Marion Bekoe

“Strangers are potential friends and potential enemies, but treat them as potential friends.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing so some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.”
― Hebrews 13:2

“All of the sudden it dawned them, they now were strangers in their own city. A city all of the sudden separated by the relentless force of nature—the body of water that now stood as an insurmountable barrier between them and the other side.
Truly divided.
There was no denying it; no words could capture the magnitude of this division, the impossibility of reaching across.”
― Ryan Gelpke

“I help you not because I like you; I don't even know you; I help in the hopes that you will help others.”
― Marion Bekoe

“I walked into his hotel room,
a knowing smile dancing on my lips.
He met me with a touch—soft, certain—
slipping my jacket from my shoulders,
leaving only lace and longing between us.
His kiss met mine, deep and unhurried,
a taste I still savor when I close my eyes.
His hands, his mouth, tracing fire along my skin,
pulling me into him, onto him,
until there was no space left, only us.
He kissed me like he missed me,
like he had dreamed of this moment as much as I had.
And when he went lower,
my body arched into bliss,
his name barely a whisper, lost in pleasure.
Then my lips found him,
and the way he moaned—
God, I wanted to hear that sound forever.
He stretched me, filled me,
pain and pleasure tangled in the most beautiful way.
We moved, we melted,
his kisses marking me in ways I’d never let fade.
And when I lay against his chest,
breathless, spent,
I knew—no other man would ever do.
I went home, but something stayed behind,
a part of me woven into him.
And I won’t let another touch me,
because I refuse to erase the memory of being his.”
― Marion Bekoe

“I look at you and see a life we’ve yet to build,
a love that feels inevitable, waiting to unfold.


I look at your face and ache to make you smile,
to be the reason your eyes shine just a little brighter.

I look at you and want to lift you higher,
to be the arms that catch you, the voice that fuels you.


I look at you and dream of a future—our future,
where your children are mine, and mine are yours.

I look at you and feel invincible,
as if with you beside me, there’s nothing I can’t conquer.


I look at you and hesitate, unsure how to begin,
my heart racing over a name I don’t even know.

I look at you as you walk past me,
our silent moment stretching between sips of coffee.


I look at you as you turn, as you smile—
and then I look at you drive away with another woman,
because in the end, we are just strangers at the coffee shop.”
― Marion Bekoe

“I look at you as you walk in,
another morning, another cup of coffee,
unaware that my world tilts each time you appear.

I look at you as you glide past me,
effortless, confident, collecting your order,
but today—today, you turn and smile.

I look at you walking toward me,
your presence close enough to steal my breath.
My lips tremble, yet no words escape.

I look at you as you ask for my name,
but all I can do is stare, trapped in the moment,
until finally, I whisper—"I’m Marion."

I look at you as your smile deepens,
as your lips part to reveal your own name—
but then, she appears.

I look at you as your eyes flicker toward her,
the same woman from that day, stepping from your car.

My heart clenches—until you turn back and say,
“Marion, this is Laura, my sister. We just moved here.”

I exhale, a quiet laugh escaping as I meet her eyes.
“Hi, Laura.”

I look at you with boldness, a spark of mischief.
"Are you single?" I ask, my voice steady now.

I look at you as you grin, as you nod.
"Yes, I am."

And suddenly, the future rushes back,
crystal clear, waiting for us to begin.”
― Marion Bekoe

“The beauty of not knowing me or me not knowing you is that we could have chosen love, but hate still won.”
― Marion Bekoe