Quotes About Familiarity

Slowly but surely life becomes normal, and a man gets used to it, it doesn't happen any other way.

A relationship takes place between two people across space and time, and suddenly no one seems like a stranger.

Recently, everything around me felt familiar yet amiss, like the first time you ride in the back seat of your own car.

There's beauty all around our paths, If but our watchful eyes Can trace it 'midst familiar things, And through their lowly guise.

Well, I'm really not supposed to speak to strangers, but we've met before.

To the best of my knowledge, none of the Beatles can read music.

If you know each other well, you want to do business with people you know well. You don't do business with strangers.

When a man opens a car door for his wife, it's either a new car or a new wife. My wife dresses to kill. She cooks the same way.

When you're walking down the street or in the car just listening to the radio, and you're, like , 'Oh, that's my song.' You want to say, 'Hey Mom!' That never changes.

like most people, they know one another inside out, and not at all.

It seems to her that your family is at once utterly familiar and entirely unknown.

The day when a Frenchman switches from the formality of vous to the familiarity of tu is a day to be taken seriously. It is an unmistakable signal that he has decided—after weeks or months or sometimes years—that he likes you.

like an old married couple for whom bickering is the default mode.

Home. But this isn't home. May it become so.

You assume you know your home. It's only when you return that you realise how strange it is.

Perhaps, deformed as it was, Earth remained familiar, to be clung to. Or possibly the non-emigrant imagined that the tent of dust would deplete itself finally.

I've just read it so much, it memorized itself.

With every second that went past, with every sentence she spoke, she felt a little strength flowing back. And now that she was doing something difficult and familiar and never quite predictable, namely lying, she felt a sort of mastery again, the same sense of complexity and control that the alethiometer gave her. She had to be careful not to say anything obviously impossible; she had to be vague in some places and invent plausible details in others; she had to be an artist, in short.

Tits and cunts and legs and lips and mouths and tongues and assholes! How can I give up what I have never even had, for a girl, who delicious and provocative as once she may have been, will inevitably grow as familiar to me as a loaf of bread?

When I leave my own house, there's always a part of me that stays behind, waiting for me to get back. That's what makes it my home - that feeling that a part of me is always waiting for me there.

I wanted to ask her, What does a stranger feel like? Not to be snarky or sarcastic. Because I really wanted to know if there was a difference,vif there was a way to become truly knowable, if there wasn't always something keeping you a stranger, even to the people you weren't strange to at all.

I knew you better than anyone else. I was sure of it.

I can tell from the glint in her eyes that she's at least an acquaintance of Dorothy.

You don't feel like a stranger to me. I wanted to ask her, What does a stranger feel like? Not to be snarky or sarcastic. Because I really wanted to know if there was a difference, if there was a way to become truly knowable, if there wasn't always something keeping you a stranger, even to the people you weren't strange to at all.