#home

Stay home and the crooks win. They get the night, by default and concession, the night which should rightly belong to all of us. ↗

— Claire Cross

#night #night-life #home

As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie. That is my home of love. -Shakespeare, Sonnet 109 ↗

— Shakespeare

#shakespeare #home

i did what heartbroken, lost soldiers have done for centuries. I made my way home to my mother."- Richard Von Schaumburg ↗

— Angel Martinez

#home

I did love her of course, but mostly just because loving your mom is mandatory, not because she was someone I think I'd like very much if I met her walking down the street. ↗

— Ransom Riggs

#mother #home

If it really was Queen Elizabeth who demanded to see Falstaff in a comedy, then she showed herself a very perceptive critic. But even in The Merry Wives of Windsor, Falstaff has not and could not have found his true home because Shakespeare was only a poet. For that he was to wait nearly two hundred years till Verdi wrote his last opera. Falstaff is not the only case of a character whose true home is the world of music; others are Tristan, Isolde and Don Giovanni. ↗

— W.H. Auden

#mozart #opera #shakespeare #verdi #wagner

You should've thought of that before becoming a fireman." "Thought!" he said. "Was I given a choice? I was raised to think the best thing in the world is not to read. The best thing is television and radio and ball games and a home I can't afford and, Good Lord, now, only now I realize what I've done. My grandfather and father were firemen. Walking in my sleep I followed them. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#radio #read #reading #reading-books #sleep-walking

We journey towards a home that does not halo our head with a special sun. Mythical women applaud us. A sea for us, a sea against us. ↗

— Mahmoud Darwish

#home

There is a deep truth in being at home enough with someone to kiss them while your lips are dry. And happiness may not be the greatest of things to hear, but it should be. ↗

— Mikl Paul

#poetry #prose-poetry #home

[Americans] were, for one thing, so smitten with the idea of progress that they invented things without having any idea whether those things would be of any use. ↗

— Bill Bryson

#invention #progress #home

Dad is looking at the bookshelves, deep in thought, deciding which book should go where. Once, Mom came home from work and discovered that he had turned all the books around so that the bindings were against the wall and the pages faced out. He said it was calming not to have all those words floating around and "creating static." Mom made him turn them back. She said it was too hard to find a book when she couldn't read the titles. Then she poured herself a big glass of wine. ↗

— Rebecca Stead

#life #home