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What's the good of a home if you are never in it?
What's the good of a home if you are never in it?
There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
For the whole world, without a native home,
Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
For the whole world, without a native home,
Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
My whinstone house my castle is,
I have my own four walls.
My whinstone house my castle is,
I have my own four walls.
Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse.
Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse.
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.
Home is the place where it feels right to walk around without shoes
Home is the place where it feels right to walk around without shoes
A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.
A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.
My house, my house, though thou art small, thou art to me the
Escuriall.
My house, my house, though thou art small, thou art to me the
Escuriall.