“I've learned that no one is going to give me special permission to make where I live home. There's no magic signal to wait for. So I don't hesitate to hang things on the wall and make every room homey, because we never know when we might have to move again. No one really does.”
Source: The Nesting Place: It Doesn't Have to Be Perfect to Be Beautiful
“I've finally figured out that almost no one is living in their dream house. And I don't know anyone whose life has gone exactly like they would have planned. You make the best choices you can at the time with the information you have, and then you deal with the consequences...”
Source: The Nesting Place: It Doesn't Have to Be Perfect to Be Beautiful
“Quieting a room is one of my favorite things to do.”
Source: The Nesting Place: It Doesn't Have to Be Perfect to Be Beautiful
“Home isn't only about pillows and scented candles either. It's about people. Whether a person is single, in a relationship, has a family, or in a community.”
Source: Designing Happily Ever After
“What happens to a wanderer?” Moses asked Neph. “Does he ever come home?” And Neph answered ruefully that wanderers were those who sought their home – not those who left it. The cryptic intent was not lost on Moses, and when Neph asked him how he felt, he replied, “I am a stranger here.”
Source: Moses The Epic Story of His Rebellion in the Court of Egypt
“The moral of the story: you can't ruin something that you don't like, especially if it doesn't have much value to begin with.”
Source: The Nesting Place: It Doesn't Have to Be Perfect to Be Beautiful
“Paradise. A paradise it was in its majestic silence of cold wintry conditions. The world is a collection of paradises and my home is a sparkling paradise.”
Source: A Play of the Cosmos: Script of the Stars
“Most part of the house was empty, or rather ‘walls on display’. But it was home, and I couldn’t imagine a better home.”
Source: A Play of the Cosmos: Script of the Stars
“Love doesn't just stop at the door.”
“We must get home! How could we stray like this?
So far from home, we know not where it is,
Only in some fair, apple-blossomy place
Of children's faces--and the mother's face
We dimly dream it, till the vision clears”
Source: Complete Poetical Works of James Whitcomb Riley