Quotes About Familiar

The pain woke him again. Not the constant throb that was so familiar he could hardly remember being without it. This was one of those sharp stabs from the wound along his thigh.

As a novelist you write about social mores, but not everything can be explained. You want to make the familiar strange and memorable again, and an easy shortcut is to make your protagonist young, clueless and innocent.

The fallacy that passes for truth by the mere frequency of its repetition is a particular peril for lawyers working in the common-law system. Like all men and women, we are comfortable with familiar formulations, and in addition are trained to follow what has been said before. It is sometimes worth pausing to consider whether it has been said aright.

For Silas, Lichport was only a name, like that of a distant cousin or a dead relative he'd never met. Familiar but abstract.

It's a nice neighborhood, like the one I left. My home borough is Brooklyn and Queens.

The movie industry used to be completely accessible. We all knew people in it, and nobody made a big fuss.

I needed a familiar club that would give me affection, and Sevilla can do that.

As a people, Americans are remarkably familiar with all facts which make in their own favor.

In smaller, more familiar things, memory weaves her strongest enchantments, holding us at her mercy with some trifle, some echo, a tone of voice, a scent of tar and seaweed on the quay. . . . This surely is the meaning of home—a place where every day is multiplied by all the days before it.

Strange imagined shapes of things, wild distortions of the familiar, like the galaxies, pinpoints, of the imagined; until the polished multiple eyes of lofted telescopes — while buffeted by cosmic dust and plasma — passed down bit by bit the great glass marble of the universe.

Is any man so foolish as to fear change, to which all things that once were not owe their being? And what is it, that is more pleasing and more familiar to the nature of the universe?

All that happens is as habitual and familiar as roses in spring and fruit in the summer. True too of disease, death, defamation, and conspiracy—and all that delights or gives pain to fools.

Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine!Mine!

I'm not used to girls, or familiar with their customs. I feel awkward around them, I don't know what to say. I know the unspoken rules of boys, but with girls I sense that I am always on the verge of some unforeseen, calamitous blunder.

In reduced circumstances the desire to live attaches itself to strange objects. I would like a pet: a bird, say, or a cat. A familiar. Anything at all familiar.

But her mind can't hold him, she can't fix the memory of what he looks like. It's as if a breeze blows over the water and he's dispersed, into broken colours, into ripples; then he reforms elsewhere, past the nest pillar, taking on his familiar body.

There was a fear in the unknown which was too vast to find the strength to face. Everything precious and familiar was being engulfed in a spiritual void.

It was the spacious garden I loved to paint above all, with no painted frame to set it apart from our world with its dancing figures and bending laurels. It was the familiar garden. For I imagined I could escape into it with my mind.

My Goblin, my very own Goblin. My familiar spirit, my partner in all of life, you belong to me and I belong to you.

I alternate between thinking of the planet as home - dear and familiar stone hearth and garden - and as a hard land of exile in which we are all sojourners.

She reached the final wooden plank, only to find her way blocked by the boy, whose posture reminded her oddly of Officer Luke. More familiar was his insistence that she do as he wanted. What was it with men in Hallden today?

It is not the darkness of shadows: one that follows you, haunts you, terrifies you. Instead, it consumes you, becomes you, weighs you down. It IS you. It is comforting. Familiar. I have walked with it. Eaten with it. Loved with it. Smiled with it. Yet I feel it destroying me. Like cancer. But I can't remove it. It stays inside of me, taunting me to kill it, myself, but it does not realize that this seduction keeps me alive.

He looked into the crowd for approval, saw his mother and father. He waved and they waved back. Smiles and Indian teeth. They were both drunk. Everything familiar and welcome. Everything beautiful.

My themes are derived from current events, from familiar situations, from daily life, because I never actively intervene against the object, I can feel the magic of its presence.