Familiarity breeds contempt, but the opposite of novelty isn’t boredom; it’s gratitude.

Still clay slinging, I see.

Reminder to prey.

What did I miss?

We crave safety, then we resent routine because familiarity breeds contempt.

We can only hate what we recognize in ourselves because familiarity breeds contempt.

The faults we see in others are usually the ones we hide in ourselves because familiarity breeds contempt.

We do not see things as they are; we see them as we are, and even worse, familiarity breeds contempt.

If you hate a person you hate something in him that is a part of yourself. What isn’t apart of ourself doesn’t disturb us. Familiarity breeds contempt.

We hate most in others what we dislike in ourselves because familiarity breeds contempt.

Familiarity is a magician that is cruel to beauty but kind to ugliness. Familiarity breeds contempt and… acceptance?

Distance lend enchantment to the view because familiarity breeds contempt.

Why crazy

Familiarity breeds contempt, so the grass is always greener on the other side.

Ignorance is bliss because familiarity breeds contempt.