Quotes About Domesticity

I have a theory that all kitchens, if sufficiently occupied and loved, grow their own appliances.

Spirituality doesn't look like sitting down and meditating. Spirituality looks like folding the towels in a sweet way and talking kindly to the people in the family even though you've had a long day.

I'm kind of a homebody. My husband says I like to just stay home and do nothing, but that's just how I am.

Se estudiaban para la nota, No eran optativas. Aprobado en hija de familia. Aprobado en noviazgo. Aprobado en economía doméstica. Aprobado en trato conyugal y en deberes para con la parentela política. Aprobado en partos, Aprobado en suavizar asperezas, en buscar un sitio para cada cosa y en poner al mal tiempo buena cara. Aprobado en maternidad activa, , aunque esta asignatura por ser la más difícil, está sometida a continua revisión.

It was as if Louisa May Alcott had decided to drop Jack the Ripper into the domestic circle of Little Women just to see what might happen.

I never married because there was no need. I have three pets at home that answer the same purpose as a husband. I have a dog that growls every morning, a parrot that swears all afternoon, and a cat that comes home late at night.

Of all modern notions, the worst is this: that domesticity is dull. Inside the home, they say, is dead decorum and routine; outside is adventure and variety. But the truth is that the home is the only place of liberty, the only spot on earth where a man can alter arrangements suddenly, make an experiment or indulge in a whim. The home is not the one tame place in a world of adventure; it is the one wild place in a world of rules and set tasks.

I have that typical girly aspect to me and those domestic ideals. When I cook in my kitchen it's like playing a game because it's not real for me; room service is.

She was also incapacitated by much of daily life and had 'no aptitude whatsoever' for domesticity.

Bunny arrived in the mornings and left in the evenings after the supper dishes were washed

When I am not working, I am home. I love spending time at my house.

There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.

Some pale, hueless flicker of sensitivity is in me. God, must I lose it in cooking scrambled eggs for a man.

I like to cook chicken adobo and do my own laundry.

Can you cook books and feed them to your husband? Stay at home with your mother. Learn to cook and clean. Grow vegetables.

them up. Flowers blooming. A garden Ã¢â'¬Â¦ As she neared the house, the front door opened. A woman came out, wearing a pretty floral-print dress beneath a frilly red apron, and holding a broom. Her bobbed hair was carefully curled and a pair of wireless glasses magnified her eyes.

Their happiness was the kind which is fashioned of the comfortable disorder of sauvignon bottles and coffee cups in the sink, paperback thrillers with split spines on the nightstand, bathrobes hung haphazard on high-backed, brocade-seated chairs, shutters left open all night, and the hallway ever in need of new paint.

Some people think I'm saying, 'Women of the world unite -- you have nothing to lose but your men. It's not true. You have nothing to lose but your vacuum cleaners.

You can't get spoiled if you do your own ironing.

The male - I have found - is a domestic animal which, if treated with firmness and kindness, can be trained to do most things.

Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements.

To the old saying that man built the house but woman made of it a 'home' might be added the modern supplement that woman accepted cooking as a chore but man has made of it a recreation.

It is a woman, and only a woman, — a woman all by herself, if she likes, and without any man to help her, — who can turn a house into a home.

Once they had been equal in their separate freedoms. They had set out to have children as lightly as if they were playing house, and now her necessarily domestic life bored him, and she was bound to it in her body and imagination. This imbalance was fated, built into their biology.