I am a little nervous with strangers. But I'm not tight inside. I think I am impulsive.
Soon the child learns that there are strangers, and ceases to be a child.
And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
My earliest memory is of my first day at primary school and the distress of seeing my mother part from me.And being in a room full of strangers - of aliens. I felt that I would never see her again.
The place of my birth, and residence for nearly sixteen years, in the early part of my life, became endeared to my feelings and affections; and more especially so after I had quitted it for an unknown place, and to associate with strangers.
If I walked into a restaurant, the other diners would look around and say, 'I hope you're not cooking.'
Kids naturally tend to be a bit camera shy, especially in front of strangers.
A lot of people in line at the grocery store think that they know me, but they don't.
I convinced my parents to let me see an agent, but because I had been taught never to speak to strangers, I was so quiet during the interview, they said to bring me back when I was older.
I'm more the sort of person who doesn't like hugging strangers because we don't know each other, so we shouldn't.
