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4546411 I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance. attachment belonging future home homelessness leaving memories memory moving-on past reminiscence roots uncertainty Beryl Markham
af1ade5 After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string. home inspirational pearls pleasures simple L.M. Montgomery
a17022c Home's where you go when you run out of homes. attachment belonging home homecoming homelessness roots John le Carré
ad419cf Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more. home Robin Hobb
6dc2a22 Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition. attachment belonging comfort completion fulfillment home irrevocability permanence philosophy psychology safety security state-of-mind James Baldwin
2ff93af It was good to walk into a library again; it smelled like home. home library Elizabeth Kostova
5136c1f Legion, cuneum formate!' Reyna yelled. 'Advance!' Another cheer on Jason's right as Percy and Annabeth reunited with the forces of Camp Half-Blood. 'Greeks!' Percy yelled. 'Let's, um, fight stuff!' They yelled like banshees and charged. Jason grinned. He loved the Greeks. They had no organization whatsoever, but they made up for it with enthusiasm. family home jason-grace percy-jackson reyna war Rick Riordan
23d2c00 The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned. comfort home protection safety security Maya Angelou
eb0ac7c I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home. home Joanne Harris
62b4f04 Imagine the people who believe such things and who are not ashamed to ignore, totally, all the patient findings of thinking minds through all the centuries since the Bible was written. And it is these ignorant people, the most uneducated, the most unimaginative, the most unthinking among us, who would make themselves the guides and leaders of us all; who would force their feeble and childish beliefs on us; who would invade our schools and libraries and homes. I personally resent it bitterly. bible bitter childish childish-beliefs guide guides home ignorance ignore imagine invade leader leaders library resentment school science shame the-bible thought uneducated unimaginative unthinking writing Isaac Asimov
b2854c8 There is nothing more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends. friendship home marriage Homer
69be3a6 "She was still hugging the cat. "Poor slob," she said, tickling his head, "poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't any right to give him one: he'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I. I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together. I'm not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it's like." She smiled, and let the cat drop to the floor. "It's like Tiffany's," she said. [...] It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany's, then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name." home Truman Capote
acee414 Maybe your country is only a place you make up in your own mind. Something you dream about and sing about. Maybe it's not a place on the map at all, but just a story full of people you meet and places you visit, full of books and films you've been to. I'm not afraid of being homesick and having no language to live in. I don't have to be like anyone else. I'm walking on the wall and nobody can stop me. anchoring attachment belonging country empowerment home homelessness independence individuality inspirational nationality roots self-assurance self-awareness self-containment self-determination self-esteem self-reliance self-respect self-sufficiency self-trust Hugo Hamilton
20a52c7 Home is a notion that only nations of the homeless fully appreciate and only the uprooted comprehend. attachment belonging home homelessness roots Wallace Stegner
e5089c3 I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. home journey W. Somerset Maugham
d72c824 Home is anywhere that you know all your friends and all your enemies. friendship home Orson Scott Card
a0bfb2d You can't go home again home inspirational leaving loss return Thomas Wolfe
c13c503 There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home. home Laura Ingalls Wilder
ad2eda1 Looking at the elementary schoolers in their colorful T-shirts from various day camps, Percy felt a twinge of sadness. He should be at Camp Half-Blood right now, settling into his cabin for the summer, teaching sword-fighting lessons in the arena, playing pranks on the other counselors. These kids had no idea just how crazy a summer camp could be. home nostalgia percy-jackson percy-jackson-and-the-olympians the-heroes-of-olympus the-mark-of-athena Rick Riordan
6c3c67f Books, for me, are a home. Books don't make a home--they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and a different kind of space. comfort home literature reading Jeanette Winterson
3d71d63 When time passes, it's the people who knew you whom you want to see; they're the ones you can talk to. When enough time passes, what's it matter what they did to you? home homecoming John Irving
f412f22 No other success can compensate for failure in the home. home inspirational spiritual success J. E. McCulloch
e5dfa1d He said it was better to belong where you don't belong than not to belong where you used to belong, remembering when you used to belong there. home Terry Pratchett
77552c1 Your house, being the place in which you read, can tell us the position books occupy in your life, if they are a defense you set up to keep the outside world at a distance, if they are a dream into which you sink as if into a drug, or bridges you cast toward the outside, toward the world that interests you so much that you want to multiply and extend its dimensions through books. home reading Italo Calvino
3ada3b3 Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else. foreigners home settling strangers Cormac McCarthy
87a6bf6 Happiness is not only a hope, but also in some strange manner a memory ... we are all kings in exile. exile happiness home G.K. Chesterton
8a77b7b This house sheltered us, we spoke, we loved within those walls. That was yesterday. To-day we pass on, we see it no more, and we are different, changed in some infinitesimal way. We can never be quite the same again. home life Daphne du Maurier
4408126 It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone. home Alison Bechdel
c4ddcdd That's what so many people didn't understand about life. The real world is the one within the walls of homes; the outside world, of careers and politics and money and fame, that was the fake world, where nothing lasted, and things were real only to the extent they harmed or helped people inside their homes. home reality science-fiction Orson Scott Card
dbd7972 But in his heart, he to be at Camp Half-Blood. The months he'd spent there with Piper and Leo had felt more satisfying, more than all his years at Camp Jupiter. Besides, at Camp Half-Blood, there was at least a he might meet his father someday. The gods hardly ever stopped by Camp Jupiter to say hello. camp-half-blood camp-jupiter heart heroes-of-olympus home house-of-hades jason-grace percy-jackson rick-riordan Rick Riordan
47c335a I always wondered why the makers leave housekeeping and cooking out of their tales. Isn't it what all the great wars and battles are fought for -- so that at day's end a family may eat together in a peaceful house? glory home stories Ursula K. Le Guin
1b17bdd Maybe that's what growing up means, in the end - you go far enough in the direction of - somewhere - and you realise that you've neutered the capacity of the term home to mean anything. [...] We don't get an endless number of orbits away from the place where meaning first arises, that treasure-house of first experiences. What we learn, instead, is that our adventures secure us in our isolation. Experience revokes our licence to return to simpler times. Sooner or later, there's no place remotely like home. home isolation Gregory Maguire
19734a1 I wonder if ever again Americans can have that experience of returning to a home place so intimately known, profoundly felt, deeply loved, and absolutely submitted to? It is not quite true that you can't go home again. I have done it, coming back here. But it gets less likely. We have had too many divorces, we have consumed too much transportation, we have lived too shallowly in too many places. depth familiarity home intimacy shallowness Wallace Stegner
a880d21 Man wanted a home, a place for warmth, or comfort, first of physical warmth, then the warmth of the affections. home physical want Henry David Thoreau
bb3855b Do not swallow bait offered by the enemy. Do not interfere with an army that is returning home. bait enemies home strategy war Sun Tzu
8ea96ea "I don't hate it here," she said automatically. Surprising herself, she realized that as much as she'd been trying to convince herself otherwise, she was telling the truth. "It's just that I don't belong here." He gave her a meloncholy smile. "If it's any consolation, when I was growing up, I didn't feel like I belonged here, either. I dreamed about going to New York. But it's strange, because when I finally escaped this place, I ended up missing it more than I thought I would. There's something about the ocean that just calls to me." home life new-york nicholas-sparks the-last-song Nicholas Sparks
dac19ed We depend on our surroundings obliquely to embody the moods and ideas we respect and then to remind us of them. We look to our buildings to hold us, like a kind of psychological mould, to a helpful vision of ourselves. We arrange around us material forms which communicate to us what we need -- but are at constant risk of forgetting what we need -- within. We turn to wallpaper, benches, paintings and streets to staunch the disappearance of our true selves. home identity Alain de Botton
55feb19 You can go home again, the General Temporal Theory asserts, so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been. home Ursula K. Le Guin
ea3c62a [The kitchen] was also messy--delightfully so, thought Jane--and it didn't look as though lots of cooking went on there. There was a laptop computer on the counter with duck stickers on it, the spice cabinet was full of Ben's toy trucks, and Jane couldn't spot a cookbook anywhere. This is the kitchen of a Thinker, she decided, and promised herself that she'd never bother with cooking, either. home kitchens Jeanne Birdsall
ee2ae36 ...everyone needs a somewhere, a place he can go. There comes a time, you see, inevitably there comes a time you have to have a somewhere you can go! home life people somewhere time Fyodor Dostoyevsky
0f628e5 "Aedion touched her shoulder. "Welcome home, Aelin." A land of towering mountains-the Stagehorns-spread before them, with valleys and rivers and hills; a land of untamed, wild beauty. Terrasen. And the smell-of pine and snow.. How had she never realized that Rowan's scent was of Terrasen, of home? Rowan came close enough to graze her shoulder and murmured, "I feel as if I've been looking for this place my entire life." -- home Sarah J. Maas
78470f8 With friends, one is well; but at home, one is better. home Leo Tolstoy
646ffd8 I had come to a place where I was meant to be. I don't mean anything so prosaic as a sense of coming home. This was different, very different. It was like arriving at a place much safer than home. heaven home Pat Conroy
82f8edd "I don't care what is written," Meyer Landsman says. "I don't care what supposedly got promised to some sandal-wearing idiot whose claim to fame is that he was ready to cut his own son's throat for the sake of a hare-brained idea. I don't care about red heifers and patriarchs and locusts. A bunch of old bones in the sand. My homeland is in my hat. It's in my ex-wife's tote bag." home identity jewish nationality religion self-reliance Michael Chabon
68d3764 Sure, Nico had mixed emotions about the camp. He'd felt rejected there, out of place, unwanted and unloved ... but now that it was on the verge of destruction, he realized how much it meant to him. This was the last place Bianca and he had shared as a home - the only place they'd ever felt safe, even if only temporarily. home territory Rick Riordan
0d20287 I sat on a toilet watching the water run thinking what an odd thing tourism is. You fly off to a strange land, eagerly abandoning all the comforts of home and then expend vast quantities of time and money in a largely futile effort to recapture the comforts you wouldn't have lost if you hadn't left home in the first place. home tourism Bill Bryson
50ea98b Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is. Come let us fart in the home. There is no art in a fart. Still a fart may not be artless. Let us fart and artless fart in the home. fart farting home Ernest Hemingway
f38c8f6 You go away for a long time and return a different person - you never come all the way back gone home travel Paul Theroux
e724990 "If ever you do go back, what is it you want of Evesham?" "Do I know? [...] The silence, it might be ... or the stillness. To have no more running to do ... to have arrived, and have no more need to run. The appetite changes. Now I think it would be a beautiful thing to be still." arrival attachment belonging completion fullfilment home homecoming homelessness journey-s-end roots stillness Ellis Peters
47a4443 God, with a wisdom I can't claim to understand, called you home a long time ago, and the tears I shed that night have never seemed to dry. home nicholas-sparks tears the-longest-ride wisdom Nicholas Sparks
6512bcf "It's never too late to come home," he said, and pulled me gently, insistently toward him."All you have to do...is stop moving away." home love Joanne Harris
15f7b37 "(about organizing books in his home library, and putting a book in the "Arts and Lit non-fiction section) I personally find that for domestic purposes, the Trivial Pursuit system works better than Dewey." -- home libraries organization Nick Hornby
1f8da6a On gray days, when it's snowing or raining, I think you should be able to call up a judge and take an oath that you'll just read a good book all day, and he'd allow you to stay home. books home judge oath rain read snow snuggle Bill Watterson
bd69950 My airplane is quiet, and for a moment still an alien, still a stranger to the ground, I am home. freedom home plane separation Richard Bach
9743c5b Zazen is better than a home. Zazen is a home that you can't ever lose. home meditation zen Ruth Ozeki
06b076e She would have an adventure. For herself. This one time. She would see her homeland, and smell it and breathe it in. See it from high above, see it racing as fast as the wind. She owed herself that much. home nesryn-faliq Sarah J. Maas
8c52df1 The best way to know a city is to eat it. food friends home travel Scott Westerfeld
9ad274d old stories are like old friends (...) you have to visit them from time to time. friends home stories visiting George R.R. Martin
89cd78e Jill had three basic statements about life, 1. It is your life, usually with some added social commentary. 2. What you want and what you get are usually two entirely different things. 3. No one ever said that life was fair. family friendship home inspitational life love sibling-relationships siblings tour unfair Nicholas Sparks Micah Sparks
98ae47a Where you are born--what you are born into, the place, the history of the place, how that history mates with your own-- stamps who you are, whatever the pundits of globalisation have to say. home homeland Jeanette Winterson
ede42af All I wanted was to return to - to the people around me. I wanted it badly enough I didn't have room for fear. The worst had happened, and the darkness was calm and quiet. It did not seem like a bad thing to fade into. But I wanted to go home. fear home Sarah J. Maas
d35c109 "Darling," he said distractedly,"about the moon..." "Yes?" "I don't think it matters whether you want it or not." "What are you talking about?" "The moon. I think it's yours." Victoria yawned, not bothering to open her eyes. "Fine. i'm glad to have it." "But--" Robert shook his head. He was growing fanciful. the moon didn't belong to his wife. It didn't follow her, protect her. It certainly didn't wink at anybody. But he stared out the window the rest of the way home, just in case" home love moon night wink Julia Quinn
8a6ae1f Although claiming my true identity as a child of God, I still live as though the God to whom I am returning demands an explanation. I still think about his love as conditional and about home as a place I am not yet fully sure of. While walking home, I keep entertaining doubts about whether I will be truly welcome when I get there. As I look at my spiritual journey, my long and fatiguing trip home, I see how full it is of guilt about the past and worries about the future. I realize my failures and know that I have lost the dignity of my sonship, but I am not yet able to fully believe that where my failings are great, 'grace is always greater.' Still clinging to my sense of worthlessness, I project for myself a place far below that which belongs to the son, (p. 52). dignity doubts failure failures god grace guilt home identity love son sonship worries worry worthlessness Henri J.M. Nouwen
b2f4feb In the bare room under the old library on the hill in the town at the tip of the small peninsula on the cold island so far from everything else, I lived among strangers and birds. flight home ice iceland Rebecca Solnit
47405c8 I told the students that they were at the age when they might begin to choose places that would sustain them the rest of their lives, that places were more reliable than human beings, and often much longer-lasting, and I asked them where they felt at home. home landscape place sense-of-place Rebecca Solnit
89fa8bd We wander in our thousands over the face of the earth, the illustrious and the obscure, earning beyond the seas our fame, our money, or only a crust of bread; but it seems to me that for each of us going home must be like going to render an account. We return to face our superiors, our kindred, our friends--those whom we obey, and those whom we love; but even they who have neither, the most free, lonely, irresponsible and bereft of ties,--even those for whom home holds no dear face, no familiar voice,--even they have to meet the spirit that dwells within the land, under its sky, in its air, in its valleys, and on its rises, in its fields, in its waters and its trees--a mute friend, judge, and inspirer. family ghosts home home-town homecoming humanity mankind old-friends prodigal-daughters prodigal-sons return reunion stomping-grounds Joseph Conrad
e4de27a "I need a break after school," she told me later. "School is hard because a lot of people are in the room, so you get tired. I freak out if my mom plans a play date without telling me, because I don't want to hurt my friends' feelings. But I'd rather stay home. At a friend's house you have to do the things other people want to do. I like hanging out with my mom after school because I can learn from her. She's been alive longer than me. We have thoughtful conversations. I like having conversations because they make people happy." feelings happy home introvert introverts learning mom play quiet school thoughtful thoughts Susan Cain
5b936cc Put the coffee on, bubbles, I'm coming home coffee home Richard Brautigan
9de5c55 But even if every house looked identical-if all the furnishings were the same- it still wouldn't feel like yours. That's because home isn't where you are. It's who you're with. friends home nice Jodi Picoult
9aabde2 I like home. It's warm and there are books. home Ilona Andrews
ddc45f0 At Bramasole, the first secret spot that draws me outside is a stump and board bench on a high terrace overlooking the lake and valley. Before I sit down, I must bang the board against a tree to knock off all the ants. Then I'm happy. With a stunted oak tree for shelter and a never-ending view, I am hidden. No one knows where I am. The nine-year-old's thrill of the hideout under the hydrangea comes back: My mother is calling me and I am not answering. home italy sense-of-place Frances Mayes
72ca8f1 Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is no more than a lemon-colored speck against the sunrise. home otma russia russian-revolution sadness the-romanovs tsar-nicholas-ii Sarah Miller
be568ec "So Merlyn sent you to me," said the badger, "to finish your education. Well, I can only teach you two things -- to dig, and love your home. These are the true end of philosophy." home philosophy wisdom T.H. White
689805a What's most revolting is that one is really sad! No, it's better at home. Here at least one blames others for everything and excuses oneself. home svidrigailov Fyodor Dostoyevsky
aee8537 I didn't mind what she called me, what anybody called me. But this was the room I had to live in. It was all I had in the way of a home. In it was everything that was mine, that had any association for me, any past, anything that took the place of a family. Not much: a few books, pictures, radio, chessmen, old letters, stuff like that. Nothing. Such as they were, they had all my memories. carmen-sternwood chessmen home memories old-letters past philip-marlowe pictures radio so-noir-it-hurts the-hobart-arms Raymond Chandler
91909e4 Dear little house that I have lived in, there is happiness you have seen, even before I was born. In you is my life, and all the people I have loved are a part of you, so to go out of you, and leave you, is to leave myself. home loved-ones loving-home Richard Llewellyn
3f930c5 Foreign behavior? What the fuck are you talking about? Foreign behavior? Have you read Things Fall Apart? Ifemulu asked, wishing she had not told Ranyinudo about Dike. She was angrier with Ranyinudo than she had ever been, yet she knew that Ranyinudo meant well, and had said what many other Nigerians would say, which was why she had not told anyone else about Dike's suicide attempt since she came back. culture home immigration perception Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
5802e95 Sometimes I get mail for people who lived in my home before I did, and sometimes my own body seems like a home through which successive people have passed like tenants, leaving behind memories, habits, scars, skills, and other souvenirs. body history home self Rebecca Solnit
ea4bbc0 Sara knew that behind its locked front door no home was routine. Not the house of her childhood, not the apartment of her husband's. not the world they were building together with Willow and Patrick. All households had their mysteries, their particular forms of dysfunction. home Chris Bohjalian
aefd29f "Home? What is home? Home is where a house is that you come back to when the rainy season is about to begin, to wait until the next dry season comes around. Home is where your woman is, that you come back to in the intervals between a greater love - the only real love - the lust for riches buried in the earth, that are your own if you can find them. Perhaps you do not call it home, even to yourself. Perhaps you call them 'my house,' 'my woman,' What if there was another 'my house,' 'my woman,' before this one? It makes no difference. This woman is enough for now. Perhaps the guns sounded too loud at Anzio or at Omaha Beach, at Guadalcanal or at Okinawa. Perhaps when they stilled again some kind of strength had been blasted from you that other men still have. And then again perhaps it was some kind of weakness that other men still have. What is strength, what is weakness, what is loyalty, what is perfidy? The guns taught only one thing, but they taught it well: of what consequence is life? Of what consequence is a man? And, therefore, of what consequence if he tramples love in one place and goes to find it in the next? The little moment that he has, let him be at peace, far from the guns and all that remind him of them. So the man who once was Bill Taylor has come back to his house, in the dusk, in the mountains, in Anahuac. ("The Moon Of Montezuma")" cynical cynicism home loyalty noir perfidy ptsd soldier strength war weakness world-war-ii ww-ii Cornell Woolrich
865f740 "It's like coming home," said Webster and he wasn't talking to the dog. "It's like you've been away for a long, long time and then you come home again. And it's so long you don't recognize the place. Don't know the furniture, don't recognize the floor plan. But you know by the feel of it that it's an old familiar place and you are glad you came." "I like it here," said. Ebenezer and he meant Webster's lap, but the man misunderstood. "Of course, you do," he said. "It's your home as well as mine. More your home, in fact, for you stayed here and took care of it while I forgot about it." dogs home Clifford D. Simak
dd35785 It's the exile's dilemma. The home they yearn for is never the home to which they return. If they return. home Lauren Willig
14739c8 I forgot how good it feels to be rooted. And to be rooted is not the same thing at all as being tied down. To be rooted is to say, here I am nourished and here will I grow, for I have found a place where every sunrise shows me how to be more than what I was yesterday, and I need not wander to feel the wonder of my blessing. And when you are rooted, defending that space ceases to be an obligation or a duty and becomes more of a desire. home rooted Kevin Hearne
a33a79f "Rootlessness," I opine, "is the twenty-first century norm." "You're not wrong and that's why we're in the shit we're in, mate. If you belong nowhere, why give a tinker's toss about anywhere?" community home rootlessness David Mitchell
be67ef2 This is my home, Cape Breton is my home, and I don't know if I really want to leave it as much as I might think and I'm sort of scared to leave it all behind, everything I've lived with, I have so many memories of all the things I've done here and I'm afraid if I leave, I might lose all my memories... cape-breton home leaving loss memory moving nostalgia nova-scotia remember scared scary travel Rebecca McNutt
09ddd43 Dom nije mjesto - to je stanje svijesti. home Irvin D. Yalom
bb2fc86 I have no emotions. I just stand there, in the rubble of my life. This... this was my home. If it were a person, this would be a gaping chest wound, the kind no one can recover from. feelings home life rubble wounds Beth Revis
d91f648 Home was merely a dull ache in the back of his memory. A tiredness in his eyes. home Orson Scott Card
4b795b6 It will never end. Till the world ends in the chaos of Ragnarok, we will fight for our women, for our land, and for our homes. Some Christians speak of peace, of the evil of war, and who does not want peace? But then some crazed warrior comes screaming his god's filthy name into your face and his only ambitions are to kill you, to rape your wife, to enslave your daughters, and take your home, and so you must fight. chaos christians daughters end enslave evil face fight god home kill must name peace ragnarok rape take war warrior wife world Bernard Cornwell
03b4fd1 "I can't understand how she could have wanted to live back here, away from everything," said Jane. "Oh, I can easily understand that," said Anne thoughtfully. "I wouldn't want it myself for a steady thing because, although I love the fields and woods, I love people too..." fields home l-m-montgomery people woods L.M. Montgomery
997b487 "Out ahead of them, Arkady began something very like a marching song, chanting lines answered by the other ferals, their voices ringing out across the sky, each to each. Temeraire added his own to the chorus, and little Iskierka began to scrabble at his neck, demanding, "What are they saying? What does it mean?" "We are flying home," Temeraire said, translating. "We are all flying home." home journey teammates Naomi Novik
909e562 When you are born--what you are born into, the place, the history of the place, how that history mates with your own-- stamps who you are, whatever the pundits of globalisation have to say. home migration Jeanette Winterson
d10ab4e "Bellusdeo laughed. It was, for a moment, the only sound in the quiet of the fief's night, and it was warmer and deeper than the lingering night chill. When her laughter faded, she glanced at Kaylin. "I was not like this before. I thought that the Shadows had not touched me." She lowered her head a moment. Kaylin understood this, as well. "It seems so unfair," she finally said. "Life is unfair. Which part of it pains you?" "We suffer, and it breaks something. When we win free--by gaining our name, by crossing a bloody bridge--we still live in a cage of scars. If life were fair, we would never have suffered what we suffered at all; having suffered it and survived, we're still reacting to things that don't exist anymore." "But they did." "Yes. I hate that they still define me." Voice lower, she said to Bellusdeo, "I want that to change. I don't know how to change it. But I'm willing to spend the rest of my life trying." Shaking her head, she forced herself to smile; it was surprisingly easy. There was something about Bellusdeo that she liked. "Home is a strange thing." "What do you mean?" "We lose it, and we think it's gone forever. That's how I felt the first time I lost mine. It took me years to understand that I could find--and make--another. I couldn't do it on my own, though; I don't think--for me--home exists in isolation." family-values home kaylin-neya survival Michelle Sagara West
bf8bc8b When something extraordinary shows up in your life in the middle of the night, you give it a name and make it the best home you can. extraordinary home inspirational love taking-chances Barbara Kingsolver
a257d3a "All my life, I have been searching for a home," the drow said quietly. "All my life, I have been wanting more than that which was offered to me, more than Menzoberranzan, more than friends who stood beside me out of personal gain. I always thought home would be a place, and indeed it is, but not in any physical sense. It is a place in here," Drizzt said, putting a hand to his heart and turning back to look upon his companions. "It is a feeling given by true friends. I know this now, and know that I am home." "But ye're off to Carradoon," Cattie-brie said softly. "And so're we!" Bruenor bellowed. Drizzt smiled at them, laughed aloud. "If circumstances will not allow me to remain at home," the ranger said firmly, "then I will simply take my home with me!" friends home R.A. Salvatore
61861e3 When you learn to love and let yourself be loved, you come home to the hearth of your own spirit. You are warm and sheltered. Your are completely at one in the house of your own longing and belonging. hearth home house-of-belonging longing love John O'Donohue
2de312a Everyone has a right to love the land that gave them the things they need to live. It gives them beauty to look at, and food to eat, and neighbors to bicker with and then eventually to marry. But I think... that your own devotion to your familiar homeland should inspire you to allow other people to embrace their homelands as beautiful too. home patriotism Gregory Maguire
6c73987 "There it is." And he watched with now-gentle sorrow and now-quick delight, and at last quiet acceptance as all the bits and pieces of his house mixed, stirred, settled, poised, and ran steadily again. "The Happiness Machine," he said. "The Happiness Machine." family happiness home Ray Bradbury
ac0f942 You thought you knew what food was, you thought it was elemental. You forgot how much restaurant there was in restaurant food and how much home was in homemade. home professionalism Jonathan Franzen
9aa7b8b Everybody's got a true home--maybe not where they're living, but where their heart lives. home live Charles de Lint
f61068e What lived on-in me- was the discomfort of how completely I'd outgrown the novel I'd once been so happy to live in home Jonathan Franzen
5b2759e It's lovely to be going home and know it's home. I love green gables already, and I've never loved any place before. Oh, Marilla, I'm so happy. green-gables happy home lovely L.M. Montgomery
fd1bb46 We wander in our thousands over the face of the earth, the illustrious and the obscure, earning beyond the seas our fame, our money, or only a crust of bread; but it seems to me that for each of us going home must be like going to render an account. family ghosts home home-town homecoming humanity mankind old-friends prodigal-daughters prodigal-sons return reunion stomping-grounds Joseph Conrad
29a2b2a "Early one beautiful summer evening, when everyone else was drinking indoors, Tony and I walked down to the river. We lay on the grass under a tree and chatted. At one point, Tony said, "Look at the pattern of lace the leaves make against the sky." I looked at the canopy above us, and suddenly saw what he saw. My perspective completely shifted. I realized I didn't have his "eyes" -- though once he pointed it out, it became obvious. It made me think, "My God, I never look enough," and in the years since, I've tried very hard to look -- and look again." home perspective Julie Andrews Edwards
ac1a4db I've heard that when you're in a life-or-death situation, like a car accident or a gunfight, all your senses shoot up to almost superhuman level, everything slows down, and you're hyper-aware of what's happening around you. As the shuttle careens toward the earth, the exact opposite is true for me. Everything silences, even the screams and shouts from the people on the other side of the metal door, the crashes that I pray aren't bodies, the hissing of rockets, Elder's cursing, my pounding heartbeat. I feel nothing--not the seat belt biting into my flesh, not my clenching jaw, nothing. My whole body is numb. Scent and taste disappear. The only thing about my body that works is my eyes,and they are filled with the image before them. The ground seems to leap up at us as we hurtle toward it. Through the blurry image of the world below us, I see the outline of land--a continent. And at once, my heart lurches with the desire to know this world, to make it our home. My eyes drink up the image of the planet--and my stomach sinks with the knowledge that this is a coastline I've never seen before. I could spin a globe of Earth around and still be able to recognize the way Spain and Portugal reach into the Atlantic, the curve of the Gulf of Mexico, the pointy end of India. But this continent--it dips and curves in ways I don't recognize, swirls into an unknown sea, creating peninsulas in shapes I do not know, scattering out islands in a pattern I cannot connect. And it's not until I see this that I realize: this world may one day become our home,but it will never be the home I left behind. amy-martin beth-revis crash discovery earth elder godspeed home journey life mission planet shades-of-earth shuttle travel Beth Revis
68f8c4a It has taken almost half my life away from Ireland for me to truly feel what home really is, and it is not what I was expecting. In the end it was not a place, or a past, or any sort of single, dazzling epiphany. It was all the little things. Cold butter spread thick on sweet wheaten bread or hot, subsiding potatoes; the scent of wet, black soil; a bushy spine of grass on a one-track road; wide iron gates leading to high beech corridors; the chalky smell of a cow's wet muzzle, and, most of all, in Seamus Heaney's words, the sound of rivers in the trees. home identity ireland Trish Deseine
0b2141c I might be the hazardous waste site that polluted it, but Cape Breton Island is still my home. canada-day cape-breton coal country hazardous home life living nova-scotia patriot pollution steel sydney-tar-ponds toxic Rebecca McNutt
fe97446 Where am I from? Can the answer be stories and words, some of theirs, some of mine? home Mitali Perkins
6b9862c "It's funny, leaving a place, ain't it?" he said. "You never do know when you'll get back." funny-idea getting-back going-somewhere home journey leave leaving leaving-a-place missed never-know ride thought thought-to-ponder traveling Larry McMurtry
0986f07 If there is such a thing as complete happiness, it is knowing that you are in the right place. home Fannie Flagg
e2ba9a3 ...I've returned and I look around me and think, I've missed my life. While I was off and alone, it went on here, without me, and I'm forever doomed to be a stranger in my own home. cost evaluate home look regret result return stranger think truth Robin Hobb
0f187df The house, and all the objects in it, crackled with static electricity; undertows washed through it, the air was heavy with things that were known but not spoken. Like a hollow log, a drum, a church, it was amplified, so that conversations whispered in it sixty years ago can be half-heard today. drum electricity heaviness home house whispering Margaret Atwood
bc7c3f5 Around 2 a.m. the snow started to fall. It was quite a lovely view and I breathed it in like I only do when I truly love something, and there was a small sadness creeping in through my chest because I knew I would have to leave it, go back to my basement with no stars in sight. But I pushed it aside because those moments are rare and I'm happy because now I know this place exists and that's all you need sometimes. You need to know that lovely places exist and you can go there, when things go wrong, and it's a place of solace. home minimalism move places pretty safe simplicity solace Charlotte Eriksson
36690c0 "He smiled, "Why, you will go home and then you will find that home is not home anymore. Then you will really be in trouble. As long as you stay here, you can always think: One day I will go home." He played with my thumb and grinned. " ?" "Beautiful logic," I said. "You mean I have a home to go to as long as I don't go there?" He laughed. "Well, isn't it true? You don't have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back." giovanni-s-room home james-baldwin paradox James Baldwin
4028e23 Home development is about wishful thinking. It's about capturing a dream. building home house Barbara Delinsky
7754a00 Our herd may roam, but we all know where is home. herd home roam Maria V. Snyder
8328827 Christmas isn't a parade or concert but a piece of home you keep in your heart wherever you go. home love Donna VanLiere
667c577 But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes. home life living where-you-live Lorrie Moore
fb668e9 All sorts of strange people were around, people who looked more at home than she was, even the homeless ones who spoke no English, more at home maybe because they were younger, and when she went out it seemed to her that she too had migrated, that everyone migrates, even if we stay in the same houses our whole lives, because we can't help it. We are all migrants through time. home house life migrants migration people time Mohsin Hamid
d3dba15 I love the buildings. They're called skyscrapers. They're the closest thing to an ocean here. But it's an ocean that goes straight up, not flat out. They say that the body of water stretching away to the east of Manhattan is the ocean but it isn't. Not my ocean, anyway. It's weird because back home I just took it for granted, my grey-green sea. Now I have a granite ocean. It gives me the same happy-sad feeling I need sometimes. When I look straight up at the buildings I can feel alone in a good way. Not in that horrible way of no one knows me. city happiness home manhattan new-york-city ocean sadness skyscrapers Ann-Marie MacDonald
dbaa8b8 She shrugged. She glanced over her shoulder. I thought she was talking to me. Then Derek stepped into the doorway. she said to me. She aimed a pointed look his way. chloe derek home maya rescue running strangers Kelley Armstrong
08de0f8 "Like most people, when I look back, the family house is held in time, or rather it is now outside of time, because it exists so clearly and it does not change, and it can only be entered through a door in the mind. I like it that pre-industrial societies, and religious cultures still, now, distinguish between two kinds of time - linear time, that is also cyclical because history repeats itself, even as it seems to progress, and real time, which is not subject to the clock or the calendar, and is where the soul used to live. This real time is reversible and redeemable. It is why, in religious rites of all kinds, something that happened once is re-enacted - Passover, Christmas, Easter, or, in the pagan record, Midsummer and the dying of the god. As we participate in the ritual, we step outside of linear time and enter real time. Time is only truly locked when we live in a mechanised world. Then we turn into clock-watchers and time-servers. Like the rest of life, time becomes uniform and standardised. When I left home at sixteen I bought a small rug. It was my roll-up world. Whatever room, whatever temporary place I had, I unrolled the rug. It was a map of myself. Invisible to others, but held in the rug, were all the places I had stayed - for a few weeks, for a few months. On the first night anywhere new I liked to lie in bed and look at the rug to remind myself that I had what I needed even though what I had was so little. Sometimes you have to live in precarious and temporary places. Unsuitable places. Wrong places. Sometimes the safe place won't help you. Why did I leave home when I was sixteen? It was one of those important choices that will change the rest of your life. When I look back it feels like I was at the borders of common sense, and the sensible thing to do would have been to keep quiet, keep going, learn to lie better and leave later. I have noticed that doing the sensible thing is only a good idea when the decision is quite small. For the life-changing things, you must risk it. And here is the shock - when you risk it, when you do the right thing, when you arrive at the borders of common sense and cross into unknown territory, leaving behind you all the familiar smells and lights, then you do not experience great joy and huge energy. You are unhappy. Things get worse. It is a time of mourning. Loss. Fear. We bullet ourselves through with questions. And then we feel shot and wounded. home risk time Jeanette Winterson
5b9cd90 But [Coca-Cola] was also genuinely welcomed by the servicemen in far-flung military bases: Coca-Cola reminded them of home and helped to maintain morale. home military morale Tom Standage
d94bb30 Home is an emotional state, a place in the imagination where feelings of security, belonging, placement, family, protection, memory and personal history abide. -Thomas Moore emotion family feel history home hygge memory protect secure Louisa Thomsen Brits
3ce8773 This was a great magic. Festin had no more performed it than has any man who in exile or danger longs for the earth and waters of his home, seeing and yearning over the doorsill of his house, the table where he has eaten, the branches outside the window of the room where he has slept. Only in dreams do any but the great Mages realize this magic of going home. home inspirational Ursula K. Le Guin
e980ccc And I know what I told my father was true: let us taste the world, and we'll do whatever it takes to shape it into our home. amy-martin atu-series centauri-earth home new-place planet shades-of-earth truth world Beth Revis
8be50a8 I gaze out, to the stars. I remember the first time I saw real stars, through the hatch window. They were beautiful then, but now, seeing them here, all around me, beautiful feels like an inadequate word. I see the stars as a part of the universe, and having spent my life behind walls, suddenly having none fills me with both awe and terror. Emotion courses through my veins, choking me. I feel so insignificant, a tiny speck surrounded by a million stars. A million suns. Centuries away is Sol. Circling around it is Sol-Earth, the planet Amy came from. And one of these other stars is the Centauri binary system, where the new planet spins, waiting for us. And here we are, in the middle, surrounded by a sea of stars. Any of them could hold a planet. Any of them could hold a home. But all of them are out of reach. across-the-universe amy atu-series awe choking earth elder emotion galaxy home out-of-reach planets sea-of-stars stars terror universe unreachable Beth Revis
cacb712 Whatever happens in the world - whatever is discovered or created or bitterly fought over - eventually ends up, in one way or another, in your house. Wars, famine, the Industrial Revolution, the Enlightenment - they are all there in your sofas and chests of drawers, tucked into the folds of your curtains, in the downy softness of your pillows, in the paint on your walls and the water in your pipes. So the history of household life isn't just a history of beds and sofas and kitchen stoves ... but of scurvy and guano and the Eiffel Tower and bedbugs and body-snatching and just about everything else that has ever happened. Houses aren't refuges from history. They are where history ends up. home houses Bill Bryson
e0c2ab8 You travel certainly, in every sense of the word. But you take with you everything that you have been, just as the landscape stores up its own past. Because you were once at home somewhere, you are never an alien anywhere. celtic-spirituality home hospitality longing nature John O'Donohue
415bceb A traditional house smelled of wood smoke, the earth, and of thatch; all good smells, the smell of life itself. home smells Alexander McCall Smith
d89fbbc Without a home, everything is fragmentation. -John Berger home hygge shelter Louisa Thomsen Brits
933d9d0 It will no longer be necessary to leave one's own home in order to find work in the surrounding districts, which means spending week after week away from home, for no matter how restless a fellow might be, his own home, if he has a wife he respects and children he loves, has the same satisfying taste as bread, a man's home is not for all hours, but he soon begins to miss it if he does not go back there every day. home homesickness love wanderlust José Saramago
7f5a5ae Home was a curious thing, like happiness. You never knew you had had it until it was gone. home loss Wallace Stegner
b9de811 In Europe, the dimensions of physical space seemed compressed. The looming vertical presence of mountains cut me off from the horizon. I'd not lived with that kind of spatial curtailment before. Even a city of skyscrapers is more porous than a snowcapped range. Alps form a solid barrier, an obstacle every bit as conceptual as visual and physical. Alpine bluffs and crags just don't rear up, they lean outwards, projecting their mass, and their solidity does not relent. For a West Australian like me, whose default setting is in diametric opposition, and for whom space is the impinging force, the effect is claustrophobic. I think I was constantly and instinctively searching for distances that were unavailable, measuring space and coming up short. australian-literature geography-and-culture home Tim Winton
767bb26 Because you were once at home somewhere, you are never an alien anywhere. celtic-spirituality home nature John O'Donohue
d95c24f ...not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am. contentment home homesickness loneliness sadness Donna Tartt
2e216b2 It has taken almost half my life away from Ireland for me to truly feel what home really is, and it is not what I was expecting. In the end it was not a place, or a past, or any sort of single, dazzling epiphany. It was all the little things. Cold butter spread thick on sweet wheaten bread or hot, subsiding potatoes; the scent of wet, black soil; a bushy spine of grass on a one-track road; wife iron gates leading to high beech corridors; the chalky smell of a cow's wet muzzle, and, most of all, in Seamus Heaney's words, the sound of rivers in the trees. home identity ireland Trish Deseine
0f4a74b Her eyes opened at this sight against her will and she looked around the room almost in fear. But it was dark and shadowy, shaded by the bamboo screen at the door, the damp rush mats at the windows, the old heavy curtains and the spotted, peeling walls, and in their shade she saw how she loved him, loved Raja and Tara and all of them who had lived in this house with her. There could be no love more deep and full and wide than this one, she knew. No other love had started so far back in time and had had so much time in which to grow and spread. They were really all parts of her, inseparable, so many aspects of her as she was of them, so that the anger or the disappointment she felt in them was only the anger and disappointment she felt at herself. Whatever hurt they felt, she felt. Whatever diminished them, diminished her. What attacked them, attacked her. Nor was there anyone else on earth whom she was willing to forgive more readily or completely, or defend more instinctively and instantly. She could hardly believe, at that moment, that she would Iive on after they did or they would continue after she had ended. If such an unimaginable phenomenon could take place, then surely they would remain flawed, damaged for life. The wholeness of the pattern, its perfection, would be gone. She lay absolutely still, almost ceasing to breathe, afraid to diminish by even a breath the wholeness of that love. home love Anita Desai
a0772cb It was just me and him, there in that place where tragedy had happened, where I thought my life had ended. But somehow, he made it seem like a home again. Somehow, he gave it back to me. home m-m-romance T.J. Klune
0ce5d03 It is not my wish to stay home so much that I become isolated, but to use the comforting influence of my home to restore and gather myself after each step I take in my expanding ability to participate in the world. home home-as-sanctuary home-sweet-home personal-safety safe safety Maureen Brady
461acad I saw the apartment almost as a sanatorium, a hospice clinic for my own recovery. I painted the walls in the warmest colors I could find and bought myself flowers every week, as if I were visiting myself in the hospital. home self-love Elizabeth Gilbert
6127008 I create a home that is a safe and nurturing place for me, where I am free to gather myself. freedom healing-journey home home-sweet-home personal-safety safe-and-secure safety soul-journey Maureen Brady
f397358 In a seedy cinema on ru du Temple, watching Disney's Peter Pan with my son, I found that although we were all gazing at the same screen in the flickering dark, I was seeing a different film to the rest of the audience. What seemed fantastical and exotic to the Parisian kids looked like home to me. I knew secret coves and hidey-holes like those of the Lost Boys. I'd grown up in a world of rocky islands, boats and obscuring bush. To my mind the only setting that was alien - even whimsical - was the cold, lonely nursery in the Darling family attic. The wild opportunity of Neverland with its freedom from adult surveillance was deeply, warmly familiar. Watching the movie for the umpteenth time and seeing it anew, forsaking story and focusing greedily on the backdrop, I understood what a complete stranger I was in that hemisphere. But acknowledging my strangeness made those years abroad easier to digest and enjoy. australian-literature home homesickness Tim Winton
044e578 The shield wall reeks of shit, and all a man wants is to be home, to be anywhere but on this field that prepares for battle, but none of us will turn and run or else we will be despised for ever. We pretend we want to be there, and when the wall at last advances, step by step, and the heart is thumping fast as a bird's wing beating, the world seems unreal. bird despised ever field heart home man prepares pretend reeks run shield shit turn unreal wall wing world Bernard Cornwell
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