#home

I’d rather fake my own fog, than fake a steamy love scene. Can I interest you in some mist? It’s homemade.
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— Jarod Kintz

#fog #food #homemade #love #love-scene

What would it hurt for me to give that homeless guy a couple bucks? Who the hell cares if he spends it on beer? Maybe beer is a step up for him from the harder stuff that knocked him onto the streets in the first place. Maybe, just maybe, he’s actually going to spend it on food (homeless people do eat, right?). Maybe, he really is a desperate human being who is trying to change his situation. ↗

— Dan Pearce

#giving #homeless #homelessness #change

He were found drowned. He were coming home very hopeless o' aught on earth. He thought God could na be harder than men; mappen not so hard; mappen as tender as a mother; mappen tenderer. I'm not saying he did right, and I'm not saying he didn't wrong. All I say is, may neither me nor mine ever have his sore heart, or we may do like things. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#hardship #suffering #suicide #home

A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#home #like #more #mortals #novelist

There's a lot more responsibility at home, so a tour is like the opposite for me. It's like a breath of fresh air. ↗

— Travis Barker

#breath #fresh #fresh air #home #like

I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was. Likewise, I never imagined that home might be something I would miss. ↗

— Ransom Riggs

#home #new-beginnings #dreams

My stepfather, John O'Hara, was the goodest man there was. He was not a man of many words, but of carefully chosen ones. He was the one parent who didn't try to fix me. One night I sat on his lap in his chair by the woodstove, sobbing. He just held me quietly and then asked only, "What does it feel like?" It was the first time I was prompted to articulate it. I thought about it, then said, "I feel homesick." That still feels like the most accurate description - I felt homesick, but I was home. ↗

— Sarah Silverman

#family #feelings #homesick #words #courage

Once upon a time, all children were homeschooled. They were not sent away from home each day to a place just for children but lived, learned, worked, and played in the real world, alongside adults and other children of all ages. ↗

— Rachel Gathercole

#education #homeschool #homeschooling #parenting #age

For the city, his city, stood unchanging on the edge of time: the same burning dry city of his nocturnal terrors and the solitary pleasures of puberty, where flowers rusted and salt corroded, where nothing had happened for four centuries except a slow aging among withered laurels and putrefying swamps. In winter sudden devastating downpours flooded the latrines and turned the streets into sickening bogs. In summer an invisible dust as harsh as red-hot chalk was blown into even the best-protected corners of the imagination by mad winds that took the roofs off the houses and carried away children through the air. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#age

Almost two hundred sixty-six years ago on my home world, Earth, my forefathers did the same thing. They declared their independence and free agency from an enemy that oppressed them. No one at that time expected this rebellion force to win the war. They were severely outnumbered, and they were extremely inexperienced compared to their enemy. Despite those odds, they succeeded in winning the war, giving them their independence and freewill to choose. (Adrian Palmer, Worlds Without End: The Mission) ↗

— Shaun F. Messick

#freewill #independence #quote #shaun-f-messick #worlds-without-end-the-mission