roots

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
52c412d	All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.	poetry strength glitter wither wander gold roots strong lost	J.R.R. Tolkien
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.	moving-on memories future past homelessness belonging leaving attachment uncertainty roots home reminiscence memory	Beryl Markham
a17022c	Home's where you go when you run out of homes.	homelessness belonging homecoming attachment roots home	John le Carré
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 individuality self-determination independence self-awareness empowerment inspirational country self-assurance self-sufficiency self-trust self-containment homelessness belonging self-reliance nationality attachment roots home self-respect self-esteem	Hugo Hamilton
20a52c7	Home is a notion that only nations of the homeless fully appreciate and only the uprooted comprehend.	homelessness belonging attachment roots home	Wallace Stegner
e43560c	The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man.	nature humanity life philosophy nurture roots	Milan Kundera
cdc0a70	When a tree is polled, it will sprout new shoots nearer its roots. A soul that is ruined in the bud will frequently return to the springtime of its beginnings and its promise-filled childhood, as though it could discover new hopes there and retie the broken threads of life. The shoots grow rapidly and eagerly, but it is only a sham life that will never be a genuine tree.	youth hermann-hesse maturity roots soul	Hermann Hesse
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."	completion fullfilment journey-s-end arrival homelessness belonging homecoming stillness attachment roots home	Ellis Peters
bc78915	A mixture, before the English, of irritation and bafflement, of having this same language, same past, so many same things, and yet not belonging to them any more. Being worse than rootless... speciesless.	past belong rootless speciesless irritation belonging english roots language england	John Fowles
7948cde	Especially at a time when one's life was new, roots helped.	change changes roots	Barbara Delinsky
63846f2	Celui qui n'appartient a aucun lieu specifique ne peut, en realite, retourner nulle part.	origin immigrants immigration roots	Jhumpa Lahiri
f02b246	We leave, we run away and don't realize how much we'll need to go back home one day. The South is like that. It's the worst mama in the world and it's the best mama in the world.	south roots	Edward P. Jones
13d8bb0	On a quiet day, when the wind was still, the creek could be heard all the way up to where the old beech stood. Under its branches, cats would come to dream and be dreamed. Black cats and calicos, white cats and marmalade ones, too. But they hadn't yet gathered on the day the orphan girl fell asleep among its roots, nestling in the weeds and long grass like the gangly, tousle-haired girl she was. Her name was Lillian.	dreams circle roots cats	Charles de Lint

52c412d

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.

poetry strength glitter wither wander gold roots strong lost

J.R.R. Tolkien

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.

moving-on memories future past homelessness belonging leaving attachment uncertainty roots home reminiscence memory

Beryl Markham

a17022c

Home's where you go when you run out of homes.

homelessness belonging homecoming attachment roots home

John le Carré

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 individuality self-determination independence self-awareness empowerment inspirational country self-assurance self-sufficiency self-trust self-containment homelessness belonging self-reliance nationality attachment roots home self-respect self-esteem

Hugo Hamilton

20a52c7

Home is a notion that only nations of the homeless fully appreciate and only the uprooted comprehend.

homelessness belonging attachment roots home

Wallace Stegner

e43560c

The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man.

nature humanity life philosophy nurture roots

Milan Kundera

cdc0a70

When a tree is polled, it will sprout new shoots nearer its roots. A soul that is ruined in the bud will frequently return to the springtime of its beginnings and its promise-filled childhood, as though it could discover new hopes there and retie the broken threads of life. The shoots grow rapidly and eagerly, but it is only a sham life that will never be a genuine tree.

youth hermann-hesse maturity roots soul

Hermann Hesse

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."

completion fullfilment journey-s-end arrival homelessness belonging homecoming stillness attachment roots home

Ellis Peters

bc78915

A mixture, before the English, of irritation and bafflement, of having this same language, same past, so many same things, and yet not belonging to them any more. Being worse than rootless... speciesless.

past belong rootless speciesless irritation belonging english roots language england

John Fowles

7948cde

Especially at a time when one's life was new, roots helped.

change changes roots

Barbara Delinsky

63846f2

Celui qui n'appartient a aucun lieu specifique ne peut, en realite, retourner nulle part.

origin immigrants immigration roots

Jhumpa Lahiri

f02b246

We leave, we run away and don't realize how much we'll need to go back home one day. The South is like that. It's the worst mama in the world and it's the best mama in the world.

south roots

Edward P. Jones

13d8bb0

On a quiet day, when the wind was still, the creek could be heard all the way up to where the old beech stood. Under its branches, cats would come to dream and be dreamed. Black cats and calicos, white cats and marmalade ones, too. But they hadn't yet gathered on the day the orphan girl fell asleep among its roots, nestling in the weeds and long grass like the gangly, tousle-haired girl she was. Her name was Lillian.

dreams circle roots cats

Charles de Lint