{"quotes":[{"text":"Each time a person passes by you and you say 'hello', imagine that person turning into a candle. The more positivity, love and light you reflect, the more light is mirrored your way. Sharing beautiful hellos is the quickest way to earn spiritual brownie points. You should start seeing hellos as small declarations of faith. Every time you say hello to a stranger, your heart acknowledges over and over again that we are all family.","author":"Suzy Kassem","tags":["beautiful","beauty","brownie-point","candle","family","friendliness","friendly","friends","friendship","hate","heart","hello","hellos","human-family","illuminate","indifference","kind","kindness","light","love","loving-others","man","mankind","mirrored","mirroring","neighbor","peace","project","radiate","reflect","reflection","relationships","reward","shine","society","spiritual","spiritual-reward","stranger","truth","united","unity","world-peace"],"id":4563,"author_id":"Suzy+Kassem"},{"text":"A story is the shortest distance between being a stranger and being a friend.","author":"Paul Smith","tags":["friend","story","stranger"],"id":7233,"author_id":"Paul+Smith"},{"text":"Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.","author":"Khalil Gibran","tags":["honor","people","stranger "],"id":15113,"author_id":"Khalil+Gibran"},{"text":"Do you know which is the greatest epic till date?","author":"K. Hari Kumar","tags":["brahmin","chennai","epic","ghittorni","hindu","india","inpirational","iyer","jai","k-hari-kumar","krishnaprasad-iyer","mahabharata","metro-station","muslim","new-delhi","pathan","south-india","story","stranger","stranger-s-tale","tale","when-strangers-meet"],"id":15753,"author_id":"K.+Hari+Kumar"},{"text":"Spiritual love is when you see new faces as the oldest.","author":"Michael Bassey Johnson","tags":["adapt","adaptation","face","faces","foreign","love","old","oldest","sacred","spiritual-love","strange","stranger","strangers","true-love","unusual","weird"],"id":16393,"author_id":"Michael+Bassey+Johnson"},{"text":"Nowadays, you need a good excuse to go and to start talking to someone, as they say it... 'You Found a stranger, now you are in real danger.","author":"Deyth Banger","tags":["danger","excuse","stranger","talking","to"],"id":17335,"author_id":"Deyth+Banger"},{"text":"I had come from wondrous lands, from landscapes more enchanting than life, but only to myself did I ever mention these lands, and I said nothing about the landscapes which I saw in dreams. My feet stepped like theirs over the floorboards and the flagstones, but my heart was far away, even if it beat close by, false master of an estranged and exiled body.","author":"Fernando Pessoa","tags":["dreams","estrangement","exile","imagination","stranger","visions"],"id":21743,"author_id":"Fernando+Pessoa"},{"text":"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.","author":"Will Advise","tags":["acceptance","bear","bears","breath","breathing","caring","cupid","deciding","decision","decisions","deserve","deserving","despair","difference","different","erroneous","error","errors","good","helping","joy","mauling","mistake","mistakes","nerve","nerves","nothing","others","people","poem","poems","refusal","strange","stranger","strangers","stupid","tears","truth","vengeance","vengeful","waste","wasted","wasted-time","weeping"],"id":22661,"author_id":"Will+Advise"},{"text":"For truth is always strange stranger than fiction. ","author":"Lord Byron","tags":["strange","truth is","stranger "],"id":25620,"author_id":"Lord+Byron"},{"text":"An inn, of course, was a place you came to at night (not at three o'clock in the afternoon), preferably a rainy night—wind, too, if it could be managed; and it should be situated on a moor (“bleak,” Kate knew, was the adjective here). And there should be scullions; mine host should be gravy-stained and broad in the beam with a tousled apron pulled across his stomach; and there should be a tall, dark stranger—the one who speaks to nobody—warming thin hands before the fire. And the fire should be a fire—crackling and blazing, laid with an impossible size log and roaring its great heart out up the chimney. And there should be some sort of cauldron, Kate felt, somewhere about—and, perhaps, a couple of mastiffs thrown in for good measure.","author":"Mary Norton","tags":["cauldron","fire","inn","stranger"],"id":46126,"author_id":"Mary+Norton"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":97,"pages":10,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}