#pa

...what happens tomorrow is the future but what happened yesterday is already part of on-going history... ↗

— Peggy Herbert

#time-passing #home

But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same words as Pain. ↗

— Julio-Alexi Genao

#grief #joy #loss #pain #pleasure

But where would she go, Raven wondered. Where was home now that Drew was her heart? ↗

— J.K. Hogan

#home

This rootless shifting east and west I can't suppress a smile myself but how else can I make the whole world my home. If any of my old friends come around asking say I'm down at the river by the Second Fushimi Bridge. ↗

— Baisao

#rootlessness #home

Well the press and things like that are pretty hard core, but I don't pay too much attention to that. ↗

— Holly Valance

#core #hard #i #like #much

For really it was the refinement of civilized cruelty, this spick, span, and ingenious affair of shining leather and gleaming steel, which hoisted you and tilted you and fitted reassuringly into the small of your back and cupped your head tenderly between padded cushions. It ensured for you a more complete muscular relaxation than any armchair that you could buy for your own home: but it left your tormented nerves without even the solace of a counter-irritant. In the old days the victim's attention had at least been distracted by an ache in the back, a crick in the neck, pins and needles in the legs, and the uneasy tickling of plush under the palm. But now, too efficiently suspended between heaven and earth, you were at liberty to concentrate on hell. ↗

— Jan Struther

#pain #teeth #home

Since this war began our sympathy has gone out to all the suffering people who have been dragged into it. Further hundreds of millions have become involved since I spoke at Limerick fortnight ago. ↗

— Eamon de Valera

#become #been #began #dragged #fortnight

Aryami Bose's home had been closed up for years, inhabited only by books and paintings, but the spectre of thousands of memories imprisoned between its walls still permeated the house. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#home #house #imprisoned #memories #paintings

This isn't the road home. This is a road littered with questions that will inevitably lead to an answer. ↗

— Meryl S. Fortney (formerly RSF)

#fiction #paxcorpus #quotes #home

As an artist, a man has no home in Europe save in Paris. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#home