I started off for home, where I planned to recruit a good book and hide away from the world.
With heightened senses it remained motionless and looked through bulbous eyes. It could taste fear in the air. Pheromones. Sweat. Food was near, but more importantly, so was its new home.
...But would that be enough? Because at the moment it felt like it could never be enough. People needed more than a place to stay, more than a porch to sleep on. They needed a home, right? They needed love.
Have I missed a national holiday? There must be celebrations in the streets for you to be home at this hour of the day." "I'm calling it Summerset Goes Mute Day. The city's gone mad with joy.
And she kissed him back with so much warmth and love that he knew he was finally home. No more blood. No more scheming. No more loss…
What a queer topsy turvy world it was. It used to be the man who went to the wars, the woman who stayed at home. But here the positions were reversed.
a voice called out after me, 'life takes us on many divergent paths, and yet we shall meet one more time! Not in the flesh, but in the sun, man's home
Please promise to take the very best care of my only girl. With so much love my heart might split in two...
My mother gave me a disappointed look. Then I gave her one back. Mine was for everything, not just the sandwich.
But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same words as Pain.
I need to figure out the secret. I need to work out how to keep things flying back to me instead of always flying away.
If that's what you believe the Lord is calling you to do, then you can be confident He'll go ahead of you.
At home they thought of white people as a vague but powerful entity--like the forces that control the weather, that capable of destruction, that hidden from view.
When you have a watch, time is like a swimming pool. There are edges and sides. Without a watch, time is like the ocean. Sloppy and vast.
We are not pleasant people here, for the story of war is always the story of hate; it makes no difference with whom one fights. The hate destroys you.
I don't desire a change of scenery or exotic experiences. My heart yearns for familiarity, stability, the comfort of home- and my sanity depends on it.
I don't desire a change of scenery or exotic experiences. My heart yearns for familiarity, stability, the comfort of home — and my sanity depends on it.
Home is the best place to teach young men and women about God’s kind of love.
Death is a lot like prom - loud, overdone, and although the guy you came with was cool, you never know who'll end up taking you home.
Whenever you go on a trip to visit foreign lands or distant places, remember that they are all someone's home and backyard.
We were wearing diapers at the same time. We didn’t grow up together, however. I was in the crib, and she was playing cribbage in the nursing home.
