#pa

This was the tree, and it seemed to me standing there to resemble those men, the giants of your childhood, whom you encounter years later and find that they are not merely smaller in relation to your growth, but they are absolutely smaller, shrunken by age. In this double demotion the old giants have become pygmies while you were looking the other way. ↗

— John Knowles

#gene #john-knowles #phineas #tree #age

I figure when my husband comes home from work, if the kids are still alive, then I've done my job. ↗

— Roseanne Barr

#parenting #home

My home drove me into the wilderness. Few look for me. Few hear me. ↗

— Dag Hammarskjöld

#path #search #home

Cleansing and clearing are two words which suit the essence of Imbolc, as this is February, the Roman month of purification. This can be a cleansing of the self, in undertaking a good ‘detox’, or a clearing and cleansing of the home, in keeping with the tradition of spring-cleaning. ↗

— Carole Carlton

#carole-carlton #imbolc #irish-celts #lughnasadh #moon-magic

...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