familiarity

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

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

Careless of waste, wallowing in refuse, exterminating the enemies . . . despising age, denying human natural history, fabricating pseudotraditions, swamped in the repeated personal crises of the aging preadolescent; all are familiar images of American society. They are signs of private nightmares of incoherence and disorder in broken climaxes where technologies in pursuit of mastery create ever-worsening problems - private nightmares expanded to a social level.

People in distress will sometimes prefer a problem that is familiar to a solution that is not.

My task is really not to change myself but to become familiar with who I am.

A Hundred Years From Now When you left I nearly lost my mind And I tried to drown my sorrows every night in warm red wine My old heart broke to pieces but I'll get by somehow 'Cause I won't care, Lord a hundred years from now From the top of this old world to the bottom of the glass I've thrown away my future by drowning out the past When you walked out the door, girl, you broke every vow But I won't care, a hundred years from now Tonight I'm still hurtin' in an old familiar way Oh and I've got lots of reasons why I come here every day Lord I'm tired, unloved and lonesome, that's how ol' Travis feels right now But I won't care, a hundred years from now From the top of this old world to the bottom of the glass I've thrown away my future by drowning out the past When you walked out the door, girl, you broke every vow But I won't care, a hundred years from now Lord I won't care, a hundred years from now

Familiarity breeds contempt - and children.

Familiarity breeds contempt. How accurate that is. The reason we hold truth in such respect is because we have so little opportunity to get familiar with it.

A fine artist is one who makes familiar things new and new things familiar.

Dying was apparently a weaning process; all the attachments to familiar people and objects have to be undone.