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Quotes - Books, for me, are a home
“Take
a shower. Wash away every trace of yesterday. Of smells. Of weary skin. Get
dressed. Make coffee, windows open, the sun shining through. Hold the cup with
two hands and notice that you feel the feeling of warmth.
You
still feel warmth.
Now sit down and get to
work. Keep your mind sharp, head on, eyes on the page and if small thoughts of
worries fight their ways into your consciousness: threw them off like fires in
the night and keep your eyes on the track. Nothing but the task in front of
you.
Get
off your chair in the middle of the day. Put on your shoes and take a long walk
on open streets around people. Notice how they’re all walking, in a hurry, or
slowly. Smiling, laughing, or eyes straight forward, hurried to get to wherever
they’re going. And notice how you’re just one of them. Not more, not less. Find
comfort in the way you’re just one in the crowd. Your worries: no more, no
less.
Go
back home. Take the long way just to not pass the liquor store. Don’t buy the
cigarettes. Go straight home. Take off your shoes. Wash your hands. Your face.
Notice the silence. Notice your heart. It’s still beating. Still fighting. Now
get back to work.
Work with your mind sharp
and eyes focused and if any thoughts of worries or hate or sadness creep their
ways around, shake them off like a runner in the night for you own your mind,
and you need to tame it. Focus. Keep it sharp on track, nothing but the task in
front of you.
Work
until your eyes are tired and head is heavy, and keep working even after that.
Then
take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark.
Lie down and close your eyes.
Notice
the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it,
after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more.
You’re doing just fine.
You’re doing fine.
I’m
doing just fine.”
―
Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine
“Well,
sometimes home is a person.”
―
Beth Revis, A Million Suns
“I
believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows,
the dreams, the fears and the dragons of home under one's skin, at the extreme
corners of one's eyes and possibly in the gristle of the earlobe.”
―
Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter
“Home
isn't a place, its a feeling”
―
Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie
“I
realise now that I wanted to disappear. To get so lost that nobody ever found
me. To go so far away that I'd never be able to make my way home again. But I
have no idea why.”
―
Jessica Warman, Between
“No
one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark.”
―
Warsan Shire, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
“You
can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world,
but you can't ever leave home”
―
Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair
“Home
is a notion that only nations of the homeless fully appreciate and only the
uprooted comprehend.”
―
Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
“You
can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to
romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back
home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to
lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to
one's youthful idea of 'the artist' and the all-sufficiency of 'art' and
'beauty' and 'love,' back home to the ivory tower, back home to places in the
country, to the cottage in Bermude, away from all the strife and conflict of
the world, back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for,
back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back
home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which
are changing all the time--back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.”
―
Thomas Wolfe
“Things
change, but we stretch and grow and make room for one another.
Our
love is a place we can always come back to, and it will be waiting, the same as
it ever was.
You
belong here. ”
―
Emily Henry, Happy Place
“It
was gorgeous and claustrophobic. I loved it and I always wanted to escape.”
― Emily
St. John Mandel, Station Eleven
“It
was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more
successful as a seagull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who
never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can
never belong, who must be a little in love with death!”
―
Eugene O'Neill
“This
person realizes that staying home means blowing off everyone this person has
ever known. But the desire to stay in is very strong. This person wants to run
a bath and then read in bed.”
―
Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You
“Thank
you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back
again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.”
―
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
“They
want us to be afraid.
They
want us to be afraid of leaving our homes.
They
want us to barricade our doors
and
hide our children.
Their
aim is to make us fear life itself!
They
want us to hate.
They
want us to hate 'the other'.
They
want us to practice aggression
and
perfect antagonism.
Their
aim is to divide us all!
They
want us to be inhuman.
They
want us to throw out our kindness.
They
want us to bury our love
and
burn our hope.
Their
aim is to take all our light!
They
think their bricked walls
will
separate us.
They
think their damned bombs
will
defeat us.
They
are so ignorant they don’t understand
that
my soul and your soul are old friends.
They
are so ignorant they don’t understand
that
when they cut you I bleed.
They
are so ignorant they don’t understand
that
we will never be afraid,
we
will never hate
and
we will never be silent
for
life is ours!”
―
Kamand Kojouri
“Books,
for me, are a home. Books don’t make a home--they are one, in the sense that
just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is
a different kind of time and a different kind of space.”
―
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
“There
is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home.”
―
Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little Town on the Prairie
“For
us, places we went were home. We didn't care if they were good or evil or
neutral or what. We cared about the fact that for the first time, we didn't
have to pretend to be something we weren't. We just got to be. That made all
the difference in the world.”
―
Seanan McGuire, Every Heart a Doorway
