Quotes About Familiarity

Aristóteles é um cara que pensa em muitos casos de maneira bastante parecida com a gente; não é um sujeito de uma cultura longínqua, estranha, bizarra nem nada disso; ele é estranhamente familiar, mas, de repente, ele nos diz que o bem-estar, o bom espírito, precisa de uma situação objetiva em que o cosmo esteja em harmonia com você.

I literally was famous before I knew my own name.

It's like, it's kind of like if you ever had a car and it was a bit of a clunker but you love it, that's my show. It's a bit of a clunker but I know where everything is and I like it.

Look, there is nothing you can say about this show that I don't already know

Everybody in this county knows your flavor, Walt Longmire.

Never, but never, go sneaking around in your own house at odds with some stranger.

The Cedar Man also began looking familiar, and I recognized him as Willis Weist, who had disappointed my mother; she had observed him going to as many as four white-person church services each Sunday. A confirmed Methodist, she'd finally asked him which one he liked the best, to which he had responded, "Pentecostal." My heartbroken mother asked why. He'd shrugged, "Because they have the best potluck dinners." There

You know how you meet someone and you feel like you've known them all your life? That's how it was.

Physical nearness does not necessarily breed intimacy.

what remains with me vividly to this day is my recollection of a circle of light that shone out from Rafe and enfolded us both, and the deep sense of comfort and familiarity between us, as if we had somehow always known each other and were merely resuming a conversation that had gone on from eternity.

His love for her was quiet and constant, familiar and soothing; it was almost its own thing entirely, like a worn rock or a set of worry beads, something he'd pick up and weigh in his palm occasionally, more comforting than dispiriting.

I feel that between my experience and my mother's, breast cancer is a little bit like someone who lives next door. I know what that person looks like and what their daily habits are.

Nothing is so awesomely unfamiliar as the familiar that discloses itself at the end of a journey.

It is curious, isn't it, that things you know well never look dirty and dilapidated—other people's old furniture looks shabby and moth-eaten. "I would never have that horrible old couch in my room," you say. But your own old couch is every bit as bad and you are not disgusted with its appearance; it is your friend, you see, and you remember it when it was new and smart. Friends that you have known for a long time and love very dearly never seem to grow old.

Men shop for problem solving. They want something familiar. So if it's a new version of something they understand, they are right there with it and, hopefully, loving it.

Paris Hilton and Kim Kardashian would have left little more than lipstick stains in their passing had it not been for the sex videos that lofted them into reality-TV notoriety. Once notoriety has warmed into familiarity, celebrity itself becomes one big 'Brady Bunch' reunion, or a therapy session with Dr. Drew.

All objects lose by too familiar a view.

Sometimes you think you love someone," I said, "but it's really just that they've become a habit.

I don't improve on closer acquaintance." "Actually, the closer you are, the more I like you.

It would take some time, Helen thought, for Quincy to become familiar with his new employer's habits, preferences, and quirks. Fortunately Quincy had spent decades in the practice of managing volatile temperaments. Winterborne certainly couldn't be any worse than the Ravenels.

People are more comfortable with a familiar discomfort than they are with an unfamiliar new possibility.

I look deep into his eyes and find myself wrapped in the familiar connection we share. It streams through me like moonlight on a bay, glistening through my soul.

Tabby didn't mince words when she gave a pointed warning to his fans in the pages of Castle Rock two months after Misery was published: "In some very real way, you, the readers, know this man very well. I would like to suggest that you do not know him at all. In seventeen years of marriage, I am still discovering things I did not know about Steve, and I hope he's still discovering the unknown in me.

Sex is a story you know the ending of. More or less the same story with the same ending, every time. Yet we want to keep hearing it, the way a child listens to a fairy tale, vigilant for variation.