Where you are born--what you are born into, the place, the history of the place, how that history mates with your own-- stamps who you are, whatever the pundits of globalisation have to say.
Jeanette WintersonTag: home homeland globalisation
Home. Let me come home. Home is whenever I'm with you.
Edward SharpeTag: home
Aryami Bose's home had been closed up for years, inhabited only by books and paintings, but the spectre of thousands of memories imprisoned between its walls still permeated the house.
Carlos Ruiz ZafónTag: books home house memories paintings walls permeate imprisoned spectre
My airplane is quiet, and for a moment still an alien, still a stranger to the ground, I am home.
Richard BachTag: freedom home flying separation plane
I don't hate it here," she said automatically. Surprising herself, she realized that as much as she'd been trying to convince herself otherwise, she was telling the truth. "It's just that I don't belong here."
He gave her a meloncholy smile. "If it's any consolation, when I was growing up, I didn't feel like I belonged here, either. I dreamed about going to New York. But it's strange, because when I finally escaped this place, I ended up missing it more than I thought I would. There's something about the ocean that just calls to me.
Tag: life home new-york beach nicholas-sparks the-last-song
[H]e lay awake, dreading the dawn when he would have to say good-bye to the small universe he had built for himself over the years.
Carlos Ruiz ZafónI had a dream, which seemed so real,
I was King of the world, so full of appeal,
Upon waking I found I wasn't alone,
In a kingdom called Home, sitting on a throne.
Tag: home your-home-is-your-kingdom
Places are supposed to look smaller when you go back to them, but my road just looked schizoid. A couple of the houses had had nifty little makeovers involving double glazing and amusing faux-antique pastel paint; most of them hadn't. Number 16 looked like it was on its last legs: the roof was in tatters, there was a pile of bricks and a dead wheelbarrow by the front steps, and at some point in the last twenty years someone had set the door on fire. In Number 8, a window on the first floor was lit up, gold and cozy and dangerous as hell.
Tana FrenchTag: home family-relationships reminiscing
No, I stay for myself. Everything I need, everything I want, is here. I know it's not enough for most people, but it is for me. Every time I leave, even for an afternoon or an overnight trip to Seattle, I can't wait to get back. This is home. And I guess I'm a person who needs a home, a place to plant seeds and watch them grow.
Barbara FreethyTag: inspirational home life-and-living
مصر أم الحضارة، تخلق نفسها في الحلم عبر القرون. تحملنا كلنا، أبناءها: الذين يبقون ويعملون من أجلها ويشكون منها، والذين يرحلون ويشتاقون لها ويلومونها بمرارة على مغادرتها
Ahdaf Soueif« prima precedente
Pagina 24 di 47.
prossimo ultimo »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.