“Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don't know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn't you. That isn't you at all.”
Source: This Song Will Save Your Life
“When we think of the word home, what is conjured is an image of tranquility, of safety and support, something that is less physical in nature and more emotional.”
Source: Our Symphony with Animals: On Health, Empathy, and Our Shared Destinies
“I would’ve loved to return to me home of Ireland, but Joshua never made the bloody pikes he was flogged for.”
Source: A Woman Transported
“I'm not saying that owning a house makes life into some kind of blissful paradise; simply that it makes the difference between freedom and enslavement.”
Source: The Likeness
“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.”
Source: A Thousand Acres
“Home is a fairy tale, the kind where children are lost in the woods, found, cooked and eaten.”
Source: Songs of Willow Frost
“O persoană care te așteaptă undeva este o lumânare care se aprinde într-un câmp pe timpul nopții. Poate că nu reușește să lumineze întregul întuneric, dar îți arată drumul de întoarcere acasă.”
Source: La bibliotecaria de Auschwitz
“I have always found it difficult not to be moved by Jerusalem, even when I hated it—and God knows I have hated it for the sheer human cost of it. But the sight of it, from afar or inside the labyrinth of its walls, softens me. Every inch of it holds the confidence of ancient civilizations, their deaths and their birthmarks pressed deep into the city's viscera and onto the rubble of its edges. The deified and the condemned have set their footprints in its sand. It has been conquered, razed and, rebuilt so many times that its stones seem to possess life, bestowed by the audit trail of prayer and blood. Yet somehow, it exhales humility. It sparks an inherent sense of familiarity in me—that doubtless, irrefutable Palestinian certainty that I belong to this land. It possesses me, no matter who conquers it, because its soil is the keeper of my roots, of the bones of my ancestors. Because it knows the private lust that flamed the beds of all my foremothers. Because I am the natural seed of its passionate, tempestuous past. I am a daughter of the land, and Jerusalem reassures me of this inalienable right, far more than the yellowed property deeds, the Ottoman land registries, the iron keys to our stolen homes, or UN resolutions and decrees of superpowers could ever do.”
Source: Mornings in Jenin
“He thinks money spent on a home is money wasted. He's lived too much in hotels. Never the best hotels, of course. Second-rate hotels. He doesn't understand a home. He doesn't feel at home in it. And yet, he wants a home. He's even proud of having this shabby place. He loves it here.”
Source: Long Day’s Journey into Night
“You restored me to the concept of home.”
Source: We Need To Talk About Kevin