Quotes About Familiarity

I think there's something incredibly sexy about a woman wearing her boyfriend's T-shirt and underwear.

I'm famous by default. I came out of the womb, and people wanted to know who I was because of my parents.

It is the soothing thing about history that it does repeat itself.

Definition of a classic: a book everyone is assumed to have read and often thinks they have.

The first time you meet someone, they're a new acquaintance, the second time you have a bit of an understanding, and the third time you meet them, you're old hats.

I get little kids who recognize me from 'Mary Poppins,' and it just delights me because it's our third generation.

I've been going to the same person for haircuts since I was thirteen.

After thirty years of being 'the camel lady,' believe me: One becomes inured to the spotlight.

One of the hardest aspects of this protracted public persona is not knowing others as well as they feel they know me. It's a rather clumsy feeling actually; to not know someone who acts as though you're old friends.

Sus labios balbucieron una palabra cariñosa: —Cutushito… —mientras estrechaba entre sus brazos, con el abandono que sólo da la costumbre, su propia almohada.

Denham looked at her aunt in speculative surprise. Funny, knowing a person for over a year and still thinking she couldn't let the sink get messy and discoloured.

I have a special "ah, here I am again, I know exactly what they are going to have for breakfast" feeling when I get back into Roman Britain, which is very nice.

All really good picture books are meant to be read five-hundred times.

Ah, the pleasant balm of routine" ~ Isaac Inchbold

One thing that hasn't changed, though, is that we still have to hear the new ad 2 or 3 times before it begins to affect us, even when we're already familiar with the advertiser in question and have a positive opinion of them.

Sometimes, I get this familiar ache in my heart and a sense of stabbing emptiness around my ribcage. I don't even know what brings it on; it's just familiar like a horrible visitor. What brings me to my knees though, is the even bigger heart-hurt when I recognize this ghastly guest is back again.

People recognize me, call me Ron, and ask me questions. It's really cool and weird as well.

She didn't really know London, only lived in it.

Within a week or two the calm returned between us, but something was missing. Dad could feel it, too. The first casualty of distrust, I learned, is familiarity. My father saw me as a slightly different person now.

There is nothing new: all things are both familiar and short-lived.

All that comes to pass is as familiar and well known as the rose in spring, and the grape in summer. Of like fashion are sickness, death, calumny, intrigue, and all that gladdens or saddens the foolish.

Ordinary, said Aunt Lydia, is what you are used to. This may not seem ordinary to you now, but after a time it will. It will become ordinary.

with shrunken fingers we ate our oranges and bread, shivering in the parked car; though we know we had never been there before, we knew we had been there before.

She would be invisible, of course. No one would hear her. And nothing has happened, really, that hasn't happened before.