Quotes About Home

Henri Michaux és autor de frases lapidàries, algunes molt encertades; una que m'habita des que la vaig llegir fa més de trenta anys és aquesta: «Qui n'aime pas ce monde, n'y bâtit pas de maison»>: aquell a qui no agrada aquest món, no hi construeix una casa.

there in the night their bed had the towelly smell of marriage.

Die Sprache ist das Haus des Seins.

Language is the house of Being.

Die Sprache ist das Haus des Seins. In ihrer Behausung wohnt der Mensch. Die Denkenden und Dichtenden sind die Wächter dieser Behausung. Ihr Wachen ist das Vollbringen der Offenbarkeit des Seins, insofern sie diese durch ihr Sagen zur Sprache bringen und in der Sprache aufbewahren.

To dwell is to garden.

Through the old word bauen, we fnd the answer: ich bin really means I dwell. The way in which I am, the manner in which we humans are on the earth, is buan, dwelling. To be a human means to be on the earth as a mortal. It means to dwell.

As far as my own orientation goes, in any case, I know that, according to our human experience and history, everything essential and of great magnitude has arisen only out of the fact that man had a home and was rooted in a tradition. Contemporary literature, for example, is largely destructive.

Language is the house of Being. In its home man dwells.

The question was not whether one should use his gun when his home was attacked, but whether it was tactically wise to use a gun while participating in an organized demonstration. If they lowered the banner of nonviolence, I said, Mississippi injustice would not be exposed and the moral issues would be obscured.

Doctor Where's your mammy now? Johnny At home she is. (Pause.) Lying at the foot of me stairs. Doctor What's she doing lying at the foot of your stairs? Johnny Nothing. Just lying. Ah she seems happy enough. She has a pint with her. Doctor How did she get lying at the foot of your stairs? Johnny Be falling down them! How d'ya usually get lying at the foot of a fella's stairs? Doctor And you just left her there? Johnny Is it my job to go picking her up? Doctor It is!

In a country supposedly dedicated to the ideals of market economics, arguably the most important social function of finance Ã¢â'¬â€œ lending for home purchase Ã¢â'¬â€œ had become almost completely nationalized.

The yellow cottage with the Charleston green shutters

The Lowcountry Summer Trilogy) 1. Psychological fiction. 2. Domestic fiction. I. Title. PS3563.O529S89 2015

But he was not Matthew. He was everything that Matthew was not. He was safety and comfort and warmth. He was home. He was everything in the world that was hope and sunshine. He took a step toward her and opened his arms to her, and she was in those arms without ever knowing how the distance between them had closed.

She looked like someone he must have known all his life. She looked like a little piece of home - whatever the devil his mind meant by presenting him with that odd idea.

Viscount Darleigh was charming as well as handsome, and he had the uncanny ability to look in the direction of the person who was speaking almost as if he could see that person. He moved about with the aid of a cane but with surprising confidence. It was clear that he had learned how to cope with his blindness at least within the confines of his own home.

Here's the thing: this eel spends its entire life trying to find a home, and what do you think women have inside them? Caves, where the eels like to live...when they find a cave they like, the wriggle around inside it for a while to be sure that...well, to be sure it's a nice cave, I suppose. And when they've made up their minds that it's comfortable, they mark the cave as their territory...by spitting.

A woman living in a grand house may pride herself on all her lovely things; but the moment she hears the crackle of fire she decides very quickly which are the few she values the most.

Estava a viver apenas metade em Gion, a outra metade de mim vivia nos meus sonhos de regressar a casa. É por isso que os sonhos podem ser coisas tão perigosas; continuam acesos mesmo sem chama, e às vezes consomem-nos completamente

I was living only half in Gion; the other half of me lived in my dreams of going home. This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes consume us completely.

was living only half in Gion; the other half of me lived in my dreams of going home. This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes consume us completely.

Si moría mi madre, ¿cómo iba yo a seguir viviendo en la casa con él? No quería alejarme de él, pero cuando mi madre desapareciera, la casa se quedaría vacía, estuviera él o no.

Figure it out. Work a lifetime to pay off a house. You finally own it, and there's nobody to live in it.