His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them
Maggie StiefvaterStichwörter: reality home dreams mother ronan-lynch
Home is where you feel loved, and homeland is where you love.
M.F. MoonzajerStichwörter: love home homeland loved
My bones are my unique home.
Laure LacornetteStichwörter: home quote bones citation
I wrote home to say how lovely everything was, and I used flourishing words and phrases, as if I were living life in a greeting card - the kind that has a satin ribbon on it, and quilted hearts and roses, and is expected to be so precious to the person receiving it that the manufacturer has placed a leaf of plastic on the front to protect it.
Jamaica KincaidStichwörter: life lies writing home
I didn't say another word to Mama that night, but I could feel something good even then: the YES in my heart, the swirling-around in my belly, the prickly tingling all the way from the freckle on my finger to the tip of my pinky toe. That much wonderful could only mean one thing:
There was still magic in Midnight Gulch.
If home isn't a place, what is it?'
'A feeling.
Stichwörter: home
Really?" [Catarina] said when he opened the door. " Two years and then you come back and don't even call for two weeks? And then it's 'Come over, I need you'? You didn't even tell me you were home, Magnus."
"I'm home", he said, giving what he considered to be his most winning smile. The smiling took a bit of effort, but hopefully it looked genuine.
"Don't even try that face with me. I am not one of your conquests, Magnus. I am your friend. We are supposed to get pizza, not do the nasty."
"The nasty? But I-"
"Don't." She held up a warning finger. "I mean it. I almost didn't come. But you sounded so pathetic on the phone I had to.
Stichwörter: friendship home magnus-bane pathetic nasty pizza catarina-loss
I am glad that it is old and big. I myself am of an old family, and to live in a new house would kill me. A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century. I rejoice also that there is a chapel of old times. We Transylvanian nobles love not to think that our bones may be amongst the common dead. I seek not gaiety nor mirth, not the bright voluptuousness of much sunshine and sparkling waters which please the young and gay. I am no longer young; and my heart, through wearing years of mourning over the dead, is not attuned to mirth. Moreover, the walls of my castle are broken; the shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken battlements and casements. I love the shade and the shadow, and would be alone with my thoughts when I may.
Bram StokerStichwörter: home house dracula castle shadows cold transylvania count-dracula
I suddenly realise that it doesn't matter how far I go, or how lost I am, or how lonely I feel. I fit in here. I always will.
That's how I know I'm home.
Stichwörter: home humour emotion model-misfit
It's never too late to come home," he said, and pulled me gently, insistently toward him."All you have to do...is stop moving away.
Joanne HarrisStichwörter: love home belonging
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