Quotes About Familiarity

OK, I have a nickname. My family calls me 'Trey' because I'm William the third. My dad has the same name, which is always confusing because my dad is well known, and I'm also known.

You may almost forget the smell of your family.

Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes they were the easiest for his feet.

Being famous is wicked but its cool to be normal as well.

I'm world-famous ... all over Canada.

Nothing will surprise us more than when we get to heaven and see the Father and realize how well we know Him and how familiar His face is to us.

My father didn't know George W. Bush from Adam.

I've never read one book about my father.

Habit, laziness, and fear conspire to keep us comfortably within the familiar.

People hate what they know and fear what they don't.

Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if youve met them before?

In modern life nothing produces such an effect as a good platitude. It makes the whole world kin.

Possibly they knew better than I did that the Duchesse de Guise was Princess of Cleves, of Orléans, of Porcien, and so forth, but long before they knew all these names, they had known the Duchesse de Guise's face, which was subsequently what this name reflected back to them. I had begun with the fairy, even if she was soon fated to perish; they had begun with the woman herself.

cannot say, now that I come to think about it, how many times I heard the word "cousin

the morrow would not be different from all the days that had gone before;

No hay nadie, por muy virtuoso que sea, que por causa de la complejidad de las circunstancias, no pueda llegar algún día a vivir en familiaridad con el vicio que más rigurosamente condena.

And so it is with things that we shall later love the most. We meet them first as strangers who give us only a feeling of surprise.

It is only with the passions of others that we are ever really familiar, and that we come to find out about our own can be no more than what other people have shewn us.

There is something talismanic about familiar words.

All that happens is as usual and familiar as the rose in spring and the crop in summer.

By which we may see, that Novelty discomposes the mind, but acquaintance settles it in peace and tranquillity.

Our mothers live under our skin.

Home is home, no? - whatever layabouts you live with, whatever tempers and timidities. I was glad to glimpse them, and glad to go to my own bed among them, with the right smell and the right hollows holding me . . .

Love – are you still excited by a coat you wear every day? Love is not a coat – I was told in reply…