Quotes About Familiar

January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: [...]Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.

Stories don't need to be new to bring you joy. Some stories are like familiar friends. Some are dependable as bread.

Stories don't need to be new to bring you joy. Some stories are like familiar friends. Some are dependable as bread. Still,

Recognizing a familiar accent, he asked Lamoreux where he was from. "Helena," said Lamoreux. "Miles City," replied Hilleman, extending his hand. "Take them all," said Lamoreux, smiling broadly. "One buck apiece.

Even if it is true that the average man seems most comfortable with the commonplace and familiar, it is equally true that catering to bad taste, which we so readily attribute to the average reader, merely perpetuates that mediocrity and denies the reader one of the most easily accessible means for esthetic development and eventual enjoyment.

We have such a long, familiar history with Peter Falk. The minute his mug is on that screen people smile.

The confused murmur of his nights began to rise, expected but not familiar

For ten years I had lived within an elusive circle defined by an unshared childhood; by the daily effort, like an extra pressure of the will, required to speak this uncannily familiar language which fit me like a second skin, without ever being mine.

Over time, I've developed a kind of radar for victims, and Cameron Curtis is deeply familiar, almost as if a neon sign flashes over her head, telegraphing her story, her vulnerability. And not just to me. However the sign has gotten there, I know predators can see it too, luridly bright and unmistakable.

So we were back in the Children's Pavilion, and there was again the familiar scene: the mothers with their nearly dead, the false face of mercy, the Slaughter of the Innocents.

And by that habit of submission, with which we are only too familiar, the thought of the next generation retains this religious twist, which is at once servile and authoritative; for authority and servility walk ever hand in hand.