Quote by Dame Edna Everage

My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum security twilight home in Australia.

My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only frie

Summary

This quote highlights the optimistic and inclusive attitude towards relationships. It suggests that everyone has the potential to become a friend, emphasizing the importance of openness and approachability. The mention of the speaker's mother being in a maximum security twilight home suggests a juxtaposition of this idea with the realities of aging and isolation. Despite the challenging circumstances, the quote conveys the enduring belief in the possibility of forming connections, even in unexpected situations.

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