Quotes About Familiarity

Where you some particular person because people recognized you as that?

You don't remember what you never fail to do, that is common knowledge,

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.

Poetry] strips the veil of familiarity from the world, and lays bear the naked and sleeping beauty which is the spirit of its forms.

The familiarity with a text that is gained from rereading creates illusions of knowing, but these are not reliable indicators of mastery of the material. Fluency with a text has two strikes against it: it is a misleading indicator of what you have learned, and it creates the false impression that you will remember the material.

rising familiarity with a text and fluency in reading it can create an illusion of mastery.

Rereading has three strikes against it. It is time consuming. It doesn't result in durable memory. And it often involves a kind of unwitting self-deception, as growing familiarity with the text comes to feel like mastery of the content. The hours immersed in rereading can seem like due diligence, but the amount of study time is no measure of mastery.

Physical death is the final letting go that we all experience with loved ones and that we will ourselves experience one day. Dying now the way Jesus says to means letting go already of every comfort, familiarity, joy, and sorrow—and of the false sense of control those things give us. Letting go of these things is a dying process. Jesus sounds more like a mystic than an intellectual lining up correct thinking.

And they took offense at Him. But Jesus said to them, “Only in his hometown and in his own household is a prophet without honor.”

Jesus went on from there and came to His hometown, accompanied by His disciples.

Isnít this the carpenter, the son of Mary and the brother of James, Joses, Judas, and Simon? Arenít His sisters here with us as well?” And they took offense at Him.

Then Jesus said to them, “Only in his hometown, among his relatives, and in his own household is a prophet without honor.”

All spoke well of Him and marveled at the gracious words that came from His lips. “Isnít this the son of Joseph?” they asked.

Then He added, “Truly I tell you, no prophet is accepted in his hometown.

And no one after drinking old wine wants new, for he says, ëThe old is better.í”

Now He Himself had testified that a prophet has no honor in his own hometown.