#home

This is what happened when one left one's home - pieces of oneself scattered all over the world, no one place ever completely satisfied, always a nostalgia for the place left behind. Pieces of her in Vietnam, some in this place of bone. She brought the letter to her nose. The smell of Vietnam: a mix of jungle and wetness and spices and rot. A smell she hadn't realized she missed. ↗

— Tatjana Soli

#home

My author role model is Kurata Misako. I want to be rich enough to drive from room to room in my home but also down to earth enough to let squirrels live in my hair. ↗

— Christy Leigh Stewart

#kurata-misako #role-model #role-models #squirrel #home

Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame To wand’ring mowers shows the way, That in the night have lost their aim, And after foolish fires do stray; Your courteous lights in vain you waste, Since Juliana here is come, For she my mind hath so displac’d That I shall never find my home. ↗

— Andrew Marvell

#home

That is always the way with stay-and-homes. If they like something in their own village they take it for a thing universal and eternal, though perhaps it was never heard of five miles away; if they dislike something they say it is a local, backward, provincial convention, though, in fact, it may be the law of nations. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#home

Take me home, take me home, take me home, I need to go home. Please, please, whatever magic is out there for me, let it be at my command to take me home. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#home

It's a long ride home with nothing but me for company. I bore myself sometimes. Not often. Just now and again. ↗

— David Hewson

#traveling #traveling-alone #home

One of the classier features of this home was the padded toilet seat. It was high-mileage puffy brown vinyl-colored foam and made that weird sigh when you sat down on it. I'm not a germaphobe or anything like that, but it is weird to think about all the ass time this seat had seen before we moved in. This is a horrible invention. What's the plan? You want to create a toilet seat so comfortable that you can fall asleep while you're taking a shit? You're going to show up late for work or end up like Elvis. ↗

— Adam Carolla

#home

Grandfather recently died. He died alone on a trip away from home in a town where no one expected him to be ↗

— Téa Obreht

#fiction #opening-lines #home

I maybe I'll go home and answer them myself ↗

— Dylan Everett

#maria-massa #home

Southern hospitality and Amish cooking - Ya'll Come Back, Danki. ↗

— Karen Harper

#christian #humor #southern #home