There's something in the act of setting out that renews me, that fills me with a feeling of possibility. On the road, I'm forced to rely on instinct and intuition, on the kindness of strangers, in ways that illuminate who I am, ways that shed light o...
I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful.
Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.
Maybe this is the point: to embrace the core sadness of life without toppling headlong into it, or assuming it will define your days.
Going home to Australia, it's good to get home, but it's kind of bad too because you get used to that way of life again and you have to come back to America.
It's and old, old story: I had a friend and we shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too.
I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.
Time is the only way to run away without leaving home.
I always switch off from the business when I go across the threshold. Home is home, and I try to keep it that way.
The way we finance homes in this country is slow, filled with middlemen, who run a nonstandardized evaluation process. This makes financing a home cumbersome and difficult.
As is often the case when I travel, my vulnerability -- like not knowing what the hell I'm going to do upon arrival -- makes me more open to outside interactions than I might be when I'm at home and think I know best what needs to be done. On the roa...
It's taken years for me to understand that dying doesn't end the story; it transforms it. Edits, rewrites, the blur, aand epiphany of one-way dialogue. Most of us wander in and out of one another's lives until not death, but distance, does us part-- ...
...the heart is a vessel not large enough to sustain love. Kneeling is the proper position for discovering love again.
I always feel that when I come to Edinburgh, in many ways I am coming home.
Once you're halfway home, you know that you can probably get the rest of the way there.
Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.
Mothers play an important role as the heart of the home, but this in no way lessens the equally important role fathers should play, as head of the home, in nurturing, training, and loving their children.
I don't know what you guys say, but at home, life is way different from baseball.
I had bad days on the field. But I didn't take them home with me. I left them in a bar along the way home.
[last lines] Newt: Are we gonna sleep all the way home? Ripley: All the way home. Newt: Can I dream? Ripley: Yes, honey. I think we both can. [tucks Newt in] Ripley: Sleep tight. Newt: I-ffirmative.
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
