Quotes About Familiarity

You spend so much time with someone, you find you get used to him.

His voice sounded the same, now so familiar that I could follow the beat in my head, predicting each change of tone, each note of accentuation.

there would never be time for him and Sunni to grow accustomed to each other, to fall into routines, to take each other for granted;

When you know her so well that all her faults and weaknesses are familiar to you, and you still adore her, then you can be sure it's true love

We've been married almost a year, and I've known you for two, but I've never met one of your colleagues," Rebecca said. "They would bore you

There he saw a woman. He recognised her. She smiled. His heart stood still.

Se avesse raccontato a qualcuno quei dialoghi, avrebbero detto che comunicava con un fantasma e allora sarebbero accorsi i preti con l'acqua santa e gli esorcismi: ma lui sapeva che non c'era niente di soprannaturale in quello che succedeva. Semplicemente, la conosceva così bene da poter immaginare che cosa avrebbe pensato e detto in ogni circostanza.

The more familiar we are with a biblical story, the more difficult it is to view it outside of the way it has always been understood. And the longer imprecision in the tradition remains unchallenged, the deeper it becomes embedded in Christian consciousness. The birth story of Jesus is such a story.

Familiarity confounds all traits of distinction; interest and prejudice take away the power of judging.

Nothing seems interesting when it belongs to you, only when it doesn't.

Rats, even dead rats, are as familiar to sailors as sunburn. Or fleabites.

Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.

Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.

Strange the world about me lies, Never yet familiar grown- Still disturbs me with surprise, Haunts me like a face half known. In this house with starry dome, Floored with gemlike plains and seas, Shall I never feel at home, Never wholly be at ease? On from room to room I stray, Yet my Host can ne'er espy, And I know not to this day Whether guest or captive I. So, between the starry dome And the floor of plains and seas, I have never felt at home, Never wholly been at ease.

we not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particular way in which we have been accustomed to be pleased.

I remember the sights and sounds and smells of home because the memory of home is the thing that never leaves us.

And it is exactly because many humans embrace routine that we even consider allowing them to share our homes, let alone retain them as members

As new dawns go, this one is depressingly like the old dawn.

but they had also settled into the maddening familiarity of friendship; maddening for her at least.

Clearly she had been forgiven, but they had also settled into the maddening familiarity of friendship; maddening for her at least, lying on the fresh spring grass, their hands almost touching as he told her about Lola, this incredible Spanish girl he'd met while skiing in the Pyrenees.

I've seen it before. Been here before. Played or managed here, six or seven times in six or seven years. Always a visitor, always away.

Harpaz argumenta que las escuelas tienen que convertir lo extraño en algo conocido para presentar a los alumnos conocimientos nuevos, pero también volver lo familiar extraño, que incomode y desafíe las ideas simples y las respuestas insustanciales, un proceso delicado que tiene que detenerse justo cuando esté a punto de que el receptor adopte una postura defensiva rotunda.

Perhaps we become accustomed to our grief and, as it becomes increasingly familiar, increasingly part of the emotional landscape, it becomes a dullness. But there is no closure, no forgetting. One mourns those one has loved who have died until one joins them. It happens soon enough.

The face of a golden retriever feels like home.