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Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to
Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever
Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever
Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.
There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
A house is a machine for living in.
A house is a machine for living in.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
No outward doors of a man's house can in general be broken open
to execute any civil process; though read more
No outward doors of a man's house can in general be broken open
to execute any civil process; though in criminal cases the public
safety supersedes the private.
At length his lonely cot appears in view,
Beneath the shelter of an aged tree;
Th' expectant read more
At length his lonely cot appears in view,
Beneath the shelter of an aged tree;
Th' expectant wee-things, toddling, stacher thro'
To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee.
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.
The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.
The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.
