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Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need.
Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need.
Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.
Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.
Construed as turf, home just seems a provisional claim, a designation you make upon a place, not one it makes read more
Construed as turf, home just seems a provisional claim, a designation you make upon a place, not one it makes on you. A certain set of buildings, a glimpsed, smudged window-view across a schoolyard, a musty aroma sniffed behind a garage when you were a child, all of which come crowding in upon your latter-day senses -- those are pungent things and vivid, even consoling. But to me they are also inert and nostalgic and unlikely to connect you to the real, to that essence art can sometimes achieve, which is permanence.
Where thou art, that is home.
Where thou art, that is home.
I want a house that has got over all its troubles; I don't want to spend the rest of my read more
I want a house that has got over all its troubles; I don't want to spend the rest of my life bringing up a young and inexperienced house.
To make a happy fireside clime
To weans and wife,
That's the true pathos and sublime
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To make a happy fireside clime
To weans and wife,
That's the true pathos and sublime
Of human life.
If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the read more
If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head,
Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed;
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What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head,
Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed;
Where the rug's two-fold use we might display,
By night a blanket, and a plaid by day.
The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.
The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.
