#home

Charity begins at home. ↗

— American proverb

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Being a writer is something I love to do, plus I get independence. It’s a great job for a woman because she can work at home and always be there for the children. ↗

— Anne Mather

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... he felt himself to be one of them, who can live neither in the world nor out of it. They are a kind of sick people, whose desire for God makes them unsatisfactory citizens of an ordinary life, but whose strength or temperament fails them to surrender the world completely; and present-day society, with its hurried pace and its mechanical and technical structure, offers no home to these unhappy souls. ↗

— Iris Murdoch

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Unconditional love is furnished by many 4 legged creatures, but chiefly by human kinds best friend DOG! ↗

— Ladee Basset

#poetry #home

He kept his head down in what seemed to be a prayer. “He counts. You’ve smiled at him four hundred and forty-six times as of a few minutes ago. He announces the number every time I see him. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before. And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving. I have loved before, but it didn't feel like this. I have kissed before, but it didn't burn me alive. Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it's an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#jodi-picoult #jodi-picoult-sing-you-home #kiss #lesbians #love

It was like he’d just discovered fire, and she was the main ingredient. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

What do you have there?” Mouse perked up at her interest. “I’m making ski masks to have on hand for bank robberies. Last night I finished the fingerless mermaid gloves for Eve. She likes her fingers free for gunplay.” Mouse’s needles clicked together in a peaceful rhythm. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

Where we love is home, Home that the feet may leave, but not our hearts. ↗

— Oliver Wendell Holmes

#love #never-leave #love

He gripped the edge of the desk. “I’ve done my best to make sure my brothers have no blood on their hands,” he said with menacing quiet. “I’m going to hell for all three of us.” Beckett said defiantly. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love