“i will sing of steadfast love and justice;
to you, o Lord, i will make music.
i will walk with integrity of heart
within my house;
i will not set before my eyes
anything that is worthless.”
psalm 101:1-3
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“i have fashioned a home, where the fairies might dwell, love,
i’ve planted the myrtle, the rose, and the vine;
but the cottage to me is a mere hermit’s cell, love,
and the bloom will be dull till the flowers are thine.”
don’t tell the world that you’re waiting for me, eliza cook
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“come
home.”
the shortest and sweetest of songs, george macdonald
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“homesickness is just a state of mind for me. i’m always missing someone or someplace or something, i’m always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. my life has been one long longing.” - prozac nation, elizabeth wurtzel
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“you are the only home i ever had.” - munich
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“the folly of not allowing people to be comfortable at home— and the folly of people’s not staying comfortably at home when they can!” - emma, jane austen
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“home is everything.” - munich
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“he had no idea what waited for him next. the only idea he had was home.” - young fredle, cynthia voigt
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“so i wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
till then my windows ache.”
pablo neruda
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“‘with what intense desire she wants her home,’ was continuously on her tongue.” - mansfield park, jane austen
the world is alive now, in and outside our home
you run through the forest, settle before the sun
darling, i can barely remember you beside me
you should come back home, back on your own now
“i made a house of houselessness,
a garden of your going:
and seven trees of seven wounds
you gave me, all unknowing:
i made a feast of golden grief
that you so lordly left me,
i made a bed of all the smiles
whereof your lip bereft me:
i made a sun of your delay,
your daily loss, his setting:
i made a wall of all your words
and a lock of your forgetting.”
i made a house of houselessness, rose o’neill
“a home is a great thing … if it is certainly one’s own home.” - possession, as byatt
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“books are the windows through which the soul looks out. a house without books is like a room without windows” - the duty of owning books, henry ward beecher
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