Quotes About Unfamiliar

I'm not a household name.

That sweet muddy smell was purely animal, like the deepest corner of a bear's cave. It was almost foreign to me, this lived-in, overnight odor.

How strange too and unfamiliar to think that one had been loved, that one's presence had once had the power to make a difference between happiness and dullness in another's day.

voices rose up everywhere above ripples of unfamiliar music

I'd never worn a tie before. I was a bushman.

You're not used to it, are you?

Most of the time when we do a tune, Bad Blake, it's a tune no one's heard of to begin with.

Touching him is familiar and unfamiliar. We have been here before. Also we have never been here before.

Love is the unfamiliar Name Behind the hands that wove The intolerable shirt of flame Which human power cannot remove.

To the untraveled, territory other than their own familiar heath is invariably fascinating. Next to love it is the one thing that solaces and delights.

Two identical heads rose from the heap of fur. Firestar's ears pricked with curiosity. He had never seen cats like these before. Their slender bodies were cream-colored, but their legs, tails, ears, and muzzles were brown, and they had the most brilliant blue eyes he had ever seen.

The music I should be doing is music that you haven't heard before - whether you like it or not. I don't want to just repeat.

This is one of the many paradoxes of happiness: we seek to control our lives, but the unfamiliar and the unexpected are important sources of happiness.

We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.

He who strays discovers new paths.

All of life is a foreign country.

Through experience most adults lose that intense feeling of the unfamiliar - of being not home.

If Attolia could look like a queen, Eugenides was like a god revealed, transformed into something wholly unfamiliar, surrounded by the cloth-of-gold bedcover like a deity on an altar, passionless and calculating.

Who wants a Library full of books they've already read?

I don't know anyone who's ever taken a bus. It's a mysterious form of transportation.

Truth, as ever, avoids the stranger.

It only seems complicated because it is strange,' Corum said. 'Your world would doubtless seem incomprehensible to me of I were suddenly flung into it.

He's not sick, is he? He's never sick. There's a first time for everything.

What came next was a new experience for for both the fish and me