Quotes About Familiar

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. They who inspire is most are fortunate, As I am now: but those who feel it most Are happier still.

How does it feel? The rope dug into my wrist . Numbed my ankles. Familiar , I had wanted to answer. Being a prisoner feels familiar. It was all I had ever been. My past held on to me me as strongly as it had when I was a child, my choices still limited, my steps still shackled. My life had been patched together with lies from the day I was born. How does it feel? Old. I was tired of lies.

You understand quite completely that the main lesson of history is: humans don't learn from history. The twenty-first century could still turn out to be a bad cover version of the twentieth, but what could we do? People's minds across the world were filling with utopias that could never overlap. It was a recipe for disaster, but, alas, a familiar one. Empathy was waning, as it often had. Peace was made of porcelain, as it always was.

It was a familiar feeling. This feeling of being incomplete in just about every sense. An unfinished jigsaw of a human. Incomplete living and incomplete dying.

London, now You understand quite completely that the main reason of history is : humans don't learn from history. The twenty-first century could still turn out to a bad cover version of the twentieth, but what could we do? People's minds across the world were filling with utopias that could never overlap. It was a recipe for disaster, but, alas, a familiar one. Empathy was waning, as it often had. Peace was made of porcelain, as it always was. -how to stop time- C'est vrai.

Finding one's way through the Hedge even in a familar area, is perilous. The Hedge does not remain constant, and paths become overgrown, impassable, or simply misleading if left untended and untrod for too long.

El olor de su piel es demasiado familiar para describirlo.

El olor de su piel es demasiado familiar para descubrirlo.

In the apartment, the answering machine blinked fiercely, two gnats drag-raced around the apparently sweet, rotting hole of the kitchen drain, and life was difficult once again, and familiar, and a disappointment.

God does not "work in strange ways," alas, but in ways that are perfectly familiar.

On the chalkboard was another horrible but familiar sight. Someone had dipped his or her hand into a can of paint and pressed it on the wall. The handprint was bright red.

Swimming is normal for me. I'm relaxed. I'm comfortable, and I know my surroundings. It's my home.

This sound, the sound of her own voice, felt familiar, not because it was her own voice but because it reminded her of all the times she'd gone to the market as a girl - first with her father, later by herself as a young woman, then as a lover yearning for the gaze of her beloved.

Oh! the old familiar voices! Oh! the patient waiting eyes! Let me live with them in dreamland, while the world in slumber lies.15

We stay in the same old situations because we're comforted by the familiar, even if the familiar is terrible.

Look, do you know what I need right now?" "What?" I put my hand at that place at the back of his neck where his hair is short, soft bristles and pulled him toward me. And because it was easy, I guess, or familiar or just because it put an end to the awkwardness, he kissed me back. He smelled exactly like I remembered, maybe even better. And we fell to doing other easy, familiar, forbidden things.

Man loves the marvelous. It has an irresistible charm for him. He is always ready to leave that with which he is familiar to pursue vain inventions. He lends himself to his own deception.

When stones lying warm in the sun were turned over, they exposed the cold, damp earth underneath; and that was where Masako had burrowed deep. There was no trace of warmth in this dark earth, yet for a bug curled up tight in it, it was a peaceful and familiar world.

In Dreams... well, I was slightly overcompensating with that. I was a bit like a director for hire, so maybe I was putting too much imagery that was familiar to me into it.

My hometown is still compact,

Somewhere, within her, in a deep recess, crouched discontent. She began to lose confidence in the fullness of her life, the glow began to fade from her conception of it. As the days multiplied, her need of something, something vaguely familiar, but which she could not put a name to and hold for definite examination, became almost intolerable. She went through moments of overwhelming anguish. She felt shut in, trapped.

There was the plague of Athens in 430 BCE. The plague of Justinian in 541 CE. The Black Death in 1347. The Spanish flu in 1918. There were gods of plagues in ancient times—not only the Greek god Apollo, but the Vedic god Rudra and the Chinese deity Shi Wenye. Plague is an old, familiar enemy. And so, in 2020, a plague once again appeared.

The wine was warm now from being by the fire, its taste as rounded and familiar as the roof of my mouth. It would be very easy to just to finish this bottle, then start another one, sleep soundly, and get up in the morning and go about my business rebuilding the cabin, pretending to turn it into a home.

Let what is irksome become habitual, no more will it trouble you.