Quotes About Domesticity

she was busily wondering how women could have survived marriage throughout the ages if knitting had not been invented,

Such a nice couple they made, Sister Dew thought, seeing him return alone to his own house. She wondered if she should take him one of the steak and kidney pies she had baked that morning, but then – with unusual delicacy – judged it to be not quite the moment. And of course there was no question of taking one to Miss Broome – one did not take cooked food to lone women in the same way as to lone men.

And before long I should be certain to find myself at this sink peeling potatoes and washing up; that would be a nice change when both proof-reading and indexing began to pall. Was any man worth this burden ? Probably not but one shouldered it bravely and cheerfully and in the end it might turn out to be not so heavy after all.

In the 'Mad Men' era, the archetypal dad came home; put down his briefcase; received pipe, Manhattan, roast beef, potatoes, key-lime pie; and was - apparently - content.

I really enjoy just hanging out at my house since I never get to be there.

I tend to be a bit of a workaholic, but I also can't function without some sort of domesticity as well.

We're a good team, though neither of us is particularly house-trained, are we?

The only time I ever iron the sheets or make meringues is when there is an ... urgent deadline in the offing.

I romanticized domesticity for a while, and loved having a shopping list of groceries stuck to the fridge for the first time.

The whole dream of having your own place is great, but the reality is having to cook and clean yourself and do the washing and make sure there's milk in the fridge. But you have to grow up some time.

No gunfire, famine, or flies. Just lots of toothpaste, gardening and people stuff.

homonormativity"—namely, the gay white middle-class focus on consumption and domesticity. The liberationists' goal is radical transformation, not liberal tinkering.

I have a wife, three children, three dogs, seven cats. I'm not a Franz Kafka, sitting alone and suffering.

When the prepared foods and drip-dry shirts that had eased the work of homemakers also made it possible for men to live comfortable, if sloppy, bachelor lives . . .

Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?

The only light came from the windows of those houses she passed that had open curtains, revealing little tableaux of family life: the young couple prostrate on a sofa in front of the television, their small child playing on the floor; the solitary old lady reading the paper; the table set for tea, while an unwatched television cast an aurora borealis of moving shadows in the corner.

You don't realize how hard it is to live on your own. But there's no mom to do your laundry, and make you dinner and to do things for you, and you don't think about little things like buying paper towels and salt.

This morning, I went to wipe my hands on a tea towel, and while I was using it, it seemed like it felt a bit light. I unfolded it and realized my daughter had cut little bits out of it to make frocks for her dolls!

Será que lo doméstico -ese veneno que acaba con las pasiones y que también llamamos cotidianidad- lo arruina todo? [...] ¿Es el genio, como insisten algunos, una persona insoportablemente normal en la vida cotidiana? ¿Se puede ser genial todo el rato?

There are probably some readers who don't want a great American writer to acknowledge that cleaning out the bottom drawer of the refrigerator has ever crossed their mind.

Between all four children and my husband, I don't get to do much. But when I am in England, I cook and I garden, and it's much more calming and relaxed.

I'm just really a lazy homebody.

I'm a bit of a homebody.

I've become more of a homebody, and I like that.