'Free' is more of that 'familiarity breeds contempt' kind of thing. It's about saying 'Wait, I'm longing for something more than I have and I don't know what it is that I want, but I know I want it.' It has nothing to do with what I'm going through, personally.
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Familiarity breeds contempt; distance breeds respect.
Sinning To Many Is A Frightening Premise
A familiarity may breed contempt.
And that encompasses,
A host of influences.
Having a familiarity,
May also include...
Some experiences achieved.
But an ignorance that breeds contempt,
Says a lot about one's limitations.
And the ease by which,
One who is thoughtless 'and' mindless too...
Can be programmed to self destruct.
Based on the feeding of fear alone.
And many people do,
Self destruct within minds stuck.
And fear to those ignorant,
Is as familiar to them...
As is their lack of knowledge.
Which also to them is treated like a sin.
And sinning to many like this,
Is a frightening premise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My philosophy is familiarity breeds contempt.
quote by Chaka Khan
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Familiarity with evil breeds not contempt but acceptance.
quote by Roy Hattersley
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Familiarity breeds contempt - and children.
Mark Twain in Notebooks (1935)
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There can be no prestige without mystery, for familiarity breeds contempt.
quote by Charles de Gaulle
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Familiarity breeds contempt, while rarity wins admiration.
In politics, familiarity doesn't breed contempt. It breeds votes.
quote by Paul Lazarsfeld
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Familiarity
Do not be familiar
Too much familiarity breeds contempt.
Do not be greedy
All covet all lost.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Familiarity With A New Born Day
the cocks still crow this early morning
same footfalls passing and stamping on the road
the same trails from the house to the market to the church
back home and same sounds of the gate opening and closing
and same chill of the air from the sea to the mountain
over and over again on this familiarity from day one to day one hundred
till the thousandth
this familiarity that breeds contempt
it is trying to kill us all
but there is this thing inside that keeps burning
this fire this light
it tells us keep going for one day this boredom that tries to kill us
shall soon be a big day for you and for all of us
nirvana, heaven, rebirth, the dusts that stick on our feet
wanting to be alive again and be the flowers under the gentle rain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Distance makes the heart grow fonder, and familiarity breeds contempt. According to this my soul mate should be in Thailand.
quote by Jason Zebehazy
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Creature
A shadow glides above my plate
And all I see is birds migrate
Going south, remember me
When you fly above the sea
Autumn dies serene and slow
The lamp stands in a gentle glow
The silence rules, the evening grows
And the moon is far below
In me twist a sudden cramp
In my heart I hear it stamp
Marrow and blood encircle me
My blood stream chokes on gall and spleen
What will become of you
Since you have forsaken me
Not one tear I have in me
I am numb to my memory
Ill believe than that youre dead
First I felt bitter, I made amends
But I see you in a new light
You only have my contempt
So Ill believe than that youre dead
Second youre a loser, I spit on pretence
And I begin to wonder, and I begin to understand
That, youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds and kind of dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Dies.
song performed by by Xymox
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Creature
A shadow glides above my plate
And all I see is birds migrate
Going south, remember me
When you fly above the sea
Autumn dies serene and slow
The lamp stands in a gentle glow
The silence rules, the evening grows
And the moon is far below
In me twist a sudden cramp
In my heart I hear it stamp
Marrow and blood encircle me
My blood stream chokes on gall and spleen
What will become of you
Since you have forsaken me
Not one tear I have in me
I am numb to my memory
Ill believe than that youre dead
First I felt bitter, I made amends
But I see you in a new light
You only have my contempt
So Ill believe than that youre dead
Second youre a loser, I spit on pretence
And I begin to wonder, and I begin to understand
That, youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds and kind of dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Dies.
song performed by by Xymox
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You need to have a redesign because familiarity breeds a kind of complacency.
quote by Timothy White
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But we're very much an American band and that's that. I think that's part of the appeal outside of this country and it might be part of the reason people turned away from us within this country, because familiarity breeds contempt.
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Of Strangers And Love Huts....
when we were strangers
i think we were more interested with each other
too much familiarity you must know
breeds contempt and
we forget the first laughter inside the bus
when we were heading for that love hut
inside the love hut when the lights were turned off
we imagine ourselves singing those old love songs.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Is No Such Thing as Wickedness Only with the Rich Ones...
once he pitied the poor
wanted to take them all from
poverty
like weeds from a garden
where he dream
only of flowers
then he mingled with them
lived with them
immersed in them
only to find out that they are
no less different
than him
they are kind
and must be understood
beyond that
kindness
at some point
as in any other case
familiarity breeds contempt
and he becomes
like anyone of them
suspicious, insecure,
greedy, and always
discontented
and they rob him
and killed him and he was
not able to tell
what was it that he hated
with the poor
i didn't know too.
i don't want to be one
neither do i wish to live with any one of them
nor immerse myself some more
into such a distress
we all have our share
of the chunks of this valley of
tears
again that is fair enough
rich or poor
same human weaknesses are there
this avarice, this greed
and to some extent
this capacity to go beyond all these
in due time
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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