Familiarity breeds contempt, but without a little familiarity it's impossible to breed anything.
Like any friendship or marriage, familiarity breeds more contempt, and love, and everything.
Similar to the familiarity I've always had with the ball, there's this familiarity that the game has given me over years of understanding it and living it.
I guess like any friendship, marriage, or whatever it is familiarity breeds more contempt, and more love. They're just more settled with each other now.
Familiarity with nature never breeds contempt. The more one learns, the more one expects surprises, and the more one becomes aware of the inscrutable.
Repetition brings familiarity, and familiarity is the opposite of the unknown.
Familiarity breeds contempt.
You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Familiarity. Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.
My philosophy is familiarity breeds contempt.
Familiarity gives rise to contempt.
Familiarity seems to breed contempt
Familiarity breeds contempt - and children.
Familiarity doesn't breed contempt, it is contempt.
Familiarity with evil breeds not contempt but acceptance.
I find my familiarity with thee has bred contempt.
If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.