Showing posts with label home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label home. Show all posts

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Yeah, who cares

Yeah, who cares who lives or dies in prison? We read the names in the morning paper and they mean nothing to us. They're faceless. Truth is, we don't wanna put a face on 'em. We don't want to know who they really are. Because then it might hit too close to home, and home is what it's all about, right? Ma...king a home no matter where you are, no matter who you are. At the end of the day, everybody wants somewhere to rest, somewhere to lay their bones, even if it's in a land called Oz. Yeah, like Dorothy says when she wakes up in her own bed back at Aunt Em's, "There's no place like home." There's no fucking place like home.

~Augustus Hill, OZ

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Home is behind

Home is behind, the world ahead... And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight... Mist and shadow, cloud and shade, all shall fade... all... shall... fade...

~Pippin, song from Lord of the Rings

Monday, October 12, 2009

A house

A house is a home when it shelters the body and comforts the soul.

~Phillip Moffitt

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

I love cats

"I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul."

-Jean Cocteau

Monday, December 15, 2008

So many wings

So many wings come here
dripping honey
and speak here
in your home Oh God.

~Aztec Poem

Friday, October 24, 2008

Unfettered at last

Unfettered at last, a traveling monk,
I pass the old Zen barrier.
Mine is a traceless stream-and-cloud life,
Of these mountains, which shall be my home?

~Manan

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

There is

There is an Indian belief that everyone is in a house of four rooms: A physical, a mental, an emotional and a spiritual. Most of us tend to live in one room most of the time, but unless we go into every room everyday, even if only to keep it aired, we are not complete.

~Rumer Godden

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

It was a great mistake

It was a great mistake my being born a man. I would have been much more successful as a sea-gull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want, is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must always be a little in love with death.

- Edmund, from Eugene O'Neill Play,
"Long Day's Journey Into Night."

Sunday, May 13, 2007

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