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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.
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home
self-love
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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If the environmental crisis is ultimately a crisis of character, as Wendell Berry told us way back in the 1970's, then sooner or later it will have to be addressed at that level- at home, as it were. In our yards and kitchens and minds.
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environment
food
home
kitchen
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Michael Pollan |
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She always said, 'When I'm home, I've got to get things done, even if there are visitors. Elizabeth knows how to relax in her own house.' And then she would shake her head, as if Elizabeth had remarkable powers.
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cleaning
home
housework
relaxation
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Jane Smiley |
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I create a home that is a safe and nurturing place for me, where I am free to gather myself.
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freedom
healing-journey
home
home-sweet-home
personal-safety
safe-and-secure
safety
soul-journey
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Maureen Brady |
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For what is the environmental crisis, if not a crisis of the way we live? The Big Problem is nothing more or less than the sum total of countless little everyday choices, most of them made by us... If the environmental crisis is ultimately a crisis of character, as Wendell Berry told us way back in the 1970's, then sooner or later it will have to be addressed at that level- at home, as it were. In our yards and kitchens and minds.
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cooking
environment
environmentalism
home
kitchen
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Michael Pollan |
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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.
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bird
despised
ever
field
heart
home
man
prepares
pretend
reeks
run
shield
shit
turn
unreal
wall
wing
world
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Bernard Cornwell |
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As I walk behind her down the halls, it happens. I shrink inch by inch until I am no longer an adult, but a baby toddling along in a comically oversized business suit. I have been pretending to be a grown-up this whole time. My briefcase is full of milk: I have been found out. 'This, then, is home. What is home? Is it a sort of lap of location, that exists only if certain conditions are in place? Is it the intersection of rigidity and comfort--a junction of familiartiy that you curl into? Is it a feeling? I don't know, but I'm being hugged hard against it, and I can't tell when I'll be let go.
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family
home
parents
parents-and-children
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Patricia Lockwood |
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The afternoon had passed to a ghostly gray. She was struck by the immensity of things, so much water and sky and forest, and after a time it occurred to her that she'd lived a life almost entirely indoors. Her memories were indoor memories, fixed by ceilings and plastered white walls. Her whole life had been locked to geometries: suburban rectangles, city squares. First the house she'd grown up in, then dorms and apartments. The open air had been nothing but a medium of transit, a place for rooms to exist.
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growing-up
home
house
indoors
lake
life
nature
rooms
sky
thought
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Tim O'Brien |
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The overarching narrative of the Bible is that of humanity searching for home.
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faith
home
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Diana Butler Bass |
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It was a place you could make into a home if your home hadn't worked out.
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home
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