I have been alone since my husband died. I stay in my home. I don’t date. It’s hard to date when you’re at home. Nobody knows you.
My home is not a place, it is people.
An expert is a damn fool a long way from home.
I love New York for being New York. I love L.A. for being L.A. But when it comes home, I’m a Midwest, South type of dude. I like open roads, I like to drive, and it may not be as fast, but it’s definitely a place where you get to appreciate a lot more. Not saying that you don’t up here, but that’s not what I’m accustomed to.
Auntie Phyl’s last months in the care home were extra pieces. Age is unnecessary. Some of us, like my mother, are fortunate enough to die swiftly and suddenly, in full possession of our faculties and our fate, but more and more of us will be condemned to linger, at the mercy of anxious or indifferent relatives, careless strangers, unwanted medical interventions, increasing debility, incontinence, memory loss. We live too long, but, like the sibyl hanging in her basket in the cave at Cumae, we find it hard to die.
The house has to please everyone, contrary to the work of art which does not. The work is a private matter for the artist. The house is not.
My best evenings are at home with my lady.
On Furnishing One’s Home – Pick your furniture like you pick a wife; it should make you feel comfortable and look nice, but not so nice that if someone walks past it they want to steal it.
Make your home as comfortable and attractive as possible and then get on with living. There’s more to life than decorating.
The ukulele totally fits that whole hipster community or whatever you want to call it, but then at the same time it works great in nursing homes where senior citizens get together and play, and then as the traditional Hawaiian instrument with people doing the Hula and strumming the ukulele and singing.
Sometimes I can’t think of a better way to end my day than coming home and just strumming my ukulele for a few minutes. I mean, I joke around and tell people that it’s an entire yoga session in one strum, you know?
The American child, driven to school by bus and stupefied by television, is losing contact with reality. There is an enormous gap between the sheer weight of the textbooks that he carries home from school and his capacity to interpret what is in them.
We depend on this planet to eat, drink, breathe, and live. Figuring out how to keep our life support system running needs to be our number-one priority. Nothing is more important than finding a way to live together – justly, respectfully, sustainably, joyfully – on the only planet we can call home.
The point of being at home is to be with my family as much as possible.
When I was younger I felt lonely… In terms of my thought processes. I had the constant feeling that I thought differently to everyone around me. So, I suppose I felt lonely for a home. I didn’t know where I wanted to be, but I knew I wasn’t there yet.
A prison becomes a home when you have the key.
In my prayers I never said I needed a home. I said I wanted a sanctuary.
I thought of a great way to celebrate my Finnish heritage at home. I’m going to look into opening a chain of strip clubs, and I’ll call them Lapland!!!
I thought, ‘If you’re going to be on TV, and if you’re going to be out and glamorous, the natural look can stay at home.’
I have two homes in Malibu, a home in Canada that I’m building, and I just love pouring my heart out into this part of my life.
If I’m not touring I’d just be at home, just driving – I’m kind of at a loss for how that stuff works.
We shared. Parents. Home. Pets. Celebrations. Catastrophes. Secrets. And the threads of our experience became so interwoven that we are linked. I can never be utterly lonely, knowing you share the planet.
One small cat changes coming home to an empty house to coming home.
Give a pup a home and a little love and he will give you his heart forever.
James Davison took me out to show me where Karl is living right now and where hes going to build. Karl wasnt at home. He was out there somewhere in the woods riding on some Caterpillar or some kind of tractor. But I figured wed at least knock on the door to see if he was there. His wife answered the door. So we got to meet Kay before Karl.
It is my contention that ritual begins at home, in domestic magic.
I think the music that’s part of your heritage is what you spend a lot of your early life rejecting. The very idea of folk music would break me out in hives until I was about 28. But I think it’s nice when you eventually do come back to it. It’s like coming home, and you realize it wasn’t so bad after all.
Two days later, two days before Christmas, I am judged fat and sane enough to be kicked out of the hospital. The plan to send me straight back to New Seasons won’t work. There is no room at the inn for a leather Lia-skin plumped full of messy things. Not yet. The director promises Dr. Marrigan he’ll have a bed for me next week. I’m stable enough to go home until then. They all say I’m stable.
Parents’ work has shifted markedly around the world – and that goes for every region. Men in particular have been moving away from farmed-based work, and into industrial and post-industrial work – so they’ve moved away from the home. Women, likewise, have moved into the paid labor force and away from the home.
Beginning in the 1800s with the Industrial Revolution, when women started to go into the formal workforce, leaving working at home to working in factories, countries realized they needed to do something. And they started to pass paid maternity leave.
It’s hard and sometimes it’s scary. It still amazes my mother. I went home for Christmas one year and there were fans all over the front lawn, hoping to see me.
I’m not afraid of death. I’m going home.
When people are away from home, they do things they might not normally do.
Woman, the more careful she is about her face, the more careless about her house.
Nor for my peace will I go far, As wanderers do, that still do roam, But make my strengths, such as they are, Here in my bosom, and at home.