Quotes About Familiarity

And it's not even strange that it feels the way it's always felt like the place we belong to. Like home.

for the other sort of intimate acquaintance

cada cual es un poco la historia de las habitaciones que lo han cobijado y de los ruidos que se ha acostumbrado a escuchar.

The people of the town, though, remained strangers: I could not realize that I must be seeing some of them over and over again, it was as though each passed through only once, as though there were always new strangers coming here

He takes me up a few flights of stairs into an small apartment. It looks familiar to me. Any room can seem like a room remembered from a dream, as can any doorway into a second room...

Most human beings are quite likeable if you do not see too much of them.

They looked for one another when nothing else was happening, the way you pick up a magazine or look in the cupboard for a snack. Not exactly by accident and not exactly on purpose. You could go out in the world and do new things and meet new people, and then you could come home and just sit on the stoop with someone you had never not known, and watch lightning bugs blink on and off.

I choose the irrational from a rational position. I'm positioning myself on Undo, undo even undoing. Un-think, because routines dull the mind, and you don't see what's in front of you. Familiarity breeds contempt, and also lack of in-sight and out-sight.

Comfort zones don't have to be comfortable--they're just familiar. It's where you feel like you belong. And, where you feel you belong is where you will stay.

I missed my studies with Dr. Trefusis inveterately; for reading, once begun, quickly becomes home and circle and court and family; and indeed, without narrative, I felt exiled from my own country. By the transport of books, that which is most foreign becomes one's familiar walks and avenues; while that which is most familiar is removed to delightful strangeness; and unmoving, one travels infinite causeways; immobile and thus unfettered.

We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes.

Podría reconocerle por el modo en que respiraba o en que pisaba el suelo. Le reconocería en el fin del mundo, incluso en la muerte.

Many marriages are between acquaintances. You can be with a person for three hours of your life and have a friend. Another one will remain an acquaintance for thirty years.

the fact that the visual experience before me was exactly the same as it has been for sixteen years.

That's the trouble with provincial life. Everyone knows everyone and there is no mystery. No romance.

but I suddenly realized what small towns are. They are places where you grow up with the peculiar—you live next to the strange and the unlikely for so long that everything and everyone become commonplace.

I suddenly realized what small towns are. They are places where you grow up with the peculiar—you live next to the strange and the unlikely for so long that everything and everyone become commonplace.

As Jack would discover, it's remarkable how you can miss people you barely knew—even those people you never especially liked.

My mistake was in underestimating the emotional force of a song you have already hear a thousand times.

With so much unknown in this life, how little it takes for a face, a grove of trees, an outcropping of stone to become familiar.

Failure can get to be a rather comfortable old friend.

Sometimes, when you imagine a perfect guy...you realize you've described a person you've known forever.

Hands, smooth and strong, reaching to touch me. I know those hands.

moment he woke and knew me. Our limbs slid against one another, on paths that we had traced so many times before, yet