Quotes About Familiarity

Introducing uncertainty sometimes requires nothing more than letting go of the illusion of certitude. In this shift of perception, we recognize the inherent mystery of our partner. I point out to Adele that if we are to maintain desire with one person over time we must be able to bring a sense of unknown into a familiar space. In the words of Proust, "The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.

We ground ourselves in familiarity, and perhaps achieve a peaceful domestic arrangement, but in the process we orchestrate boredom. The verve of the relationship collapses under the weight of all that control. Stultified, couples are left wondering, "Whatever happened to fun? What ever happened to excitement, to transcendence, to awe?

If intimacy grows through repetition and familiarity, eroticism is numbed by repetition. It thrives on the mysterious, the novel, and the unexpected. Love is about having; desire is about wanting. An expression of longing, desire requires ongoing elusiveness. It is less concerned with where it has already been than passionate about where it can still go. But too often, as couples settle into the comforts of love, they cease to fan the flame of desire. They forget that fire needs air.

My father knew our way mile by mile; by day or by night, he knew where we were. Everything that changed under our eyes, in the flying countryside, was the known world to him, the imagination to me. Each in our own way, we hungered for all this: my father and I were in no other respect or situation so congenial.

Hallo, Fremder, sagte er zu dem zweiten Reisenden. Die Welt ist klein! Lange her, seit unsere Köpfe Seite an Seite auf dem Kissen lagen. Eine Ewigkeit!, rief der andere. Da wusste Clement, dass sie alle einander fremd waren und dass die stürmische Nacht vor ihnen lag.

Atunci, stimat? doamn?, cred c? nu mai încape nici o îndoial?, ne-am mai v?zut, iar dumneavoastr? sunteÅ£i chiar soÅ£ia mea.

What I mean is that if I'm making up something in my head using places and situations I already know, then it goes smoothly.

Why was it a stranger could look at me and immediately see me, but my husband of nearly twenty years could barely see me standing in front of him most of the time? Do we eventually wear each other, put on each other like a pair of old gloves, hardly noticing what we're doing because we've done it so often?

Because it is easier to monitor something with which you are familiar, if you have a choice you should delegate those activities you know best. But recall the pencil experiment and understand before the fact that this will very likely go against your emotional grain.

How does it happen, thought Ciri, what can it be ascribed to, that in all worlds, places and times, in all languages and dialects that one word always sounds comprehensible? And always similar? "Yes. I must ride to my mamma. My mamma is waiting for me.

Ludzie nie pragn? ?eczy wymy?lonych, poci?ga ich tylko to, co zobaczyli wcze?niej.

To jest tak, jakby? te wszystkie znajomo?ci dosta? w spadku. Po rodzicach, po dziadkach, pradziadkach. Tak to dzia?a. W?a?ciwie to ich nie znasz, ale znasz.

At length the grandeur of the mountains becomes monotonous; with familiarity, the landscape ceases to provoke awe and wonder and the traveller sees the alps with the indifferent eye of those who always live there.

Strangers are exciting, their mystery never ends. But, there's nothing like looking at your own history in the faces of your friends.

I reminded myself of someone, but someone I had not seen for a long time.

We tend to give a moral weight to the things with which we're most comfortable, don't you think?

It always seems like coming to my second home whenever I come to Lucknow.

Whenever we humans think that we might be approaching something that is vaguely similar to Earth, we get very excited about it. The prospect of something familiar but yet so distant and so strange is a very exciting combination.

Home is where you hang your hat.

I think you get to a time in life where by definition stuff's turning to quicksand and wherever you can get some solid footing of the familiar suddenly becomes real comforting.

Wherever I go, there's always a child, an old woman, that comes to me and wants to meet me. Not because I am famous but because they suffered with my family.

People like consistency. Whether it's a store or a restaurant, they want to come in and see what you are famous for.

I've seen 'Pride and Prejudice' about 4,000 times. I'm not joking: I know every single line.

Aside from my work, in my everyday private life, I'm not a very adventureous person. I don't look for change.