“There are nights when as soon as I lie down
My bed sails off to Russia.”
“Distantly, like a candle in a window, she felt Cassian's hand tighten on hers. That was the way back. Nothing could trap her, hold her, if she had that way home.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“I have traveled to nearly eighty countries doing research as a writer, and when I am asked where I would most like to go in the world, I always say the same thing: Here. Here is where I have had the longest conversation with the world outside myself. Here is where I have tested the depths of that world and found myself still an innocent. Here is where the woods are familiar and ever new.”
Source: Embrace Fearlessly the Burning World: Essays
“Find the place where love, certainty, consistency, reassurance, and most importantly, peace reside, and make that your destination. Once you arrive, remain there and make it your home.”
Source: The Hidden Path to Self-Improvement: UNCOVERING THE SECRETS OF A BETTER YOU
“In this fallen world, we experience pain and sorrow, but we are not without hope, for God's love and grace sustain us through it all, and a reminder that our ultimate home is not here, but in the eternal embrace of God's perfect kingdom”
“Being hospitable to our family does not just entail dinner time manners. We are called to be busy at home- preparing a space free of clutter, dirt, and mental distraction.”
Source: Hospitality: Obedience To God, Love For Neighbor
“The walls we are surrounded by, the objects we fill the spaces with, the lives they all describe.”
Source: Madly, Deeply: The Diaries of Alan Rickman
“Love abounds in the home space.”
“Nabokov famously never had a home. In the United States he and his wife, Vera, always rented. At Cornell University in Ithaca, New York, where he taught for a decade, they occupied homes vacated by professors on sabbatical. The Nabokovs ended their days in a small suite of rooms at the Montreux Palace Hotel in Switzerland. When asked to explain his peripatetic life of exile, Nabokov said, “Nothing short of a replica of my childhood surroundings would have satisfied me.” His hero Pushkin was a wanderer, too, exiled from St. Petersburg by the czar for years at a time. Like Nabokov, “To the end of his life he remained deeply attached to what he considered his real home, the Lyceum, and to his former fellow students.”
Source: The Feud: Vladimir Nabokov, Edmund Wilson, and the End of a Beautiful Friendship
“I knew Daddy has my home, but sometimes I also wanted a porch and stately pillars, a beachfront view, a bedroom with a door and even a staircase if I was dreaming big. And definitely a mama, even if she looked at me like Mrs. Barna did as I confessed to trying to make myself a home, even if she was disappointed in what I'd done.”
Source: The Last Carolina Girl