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They say it is a wide road that leads to war and only a narrow path that leads home again. ↗

— Bob Massie

#proverbs #war #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 Zafón

#home #house #imprisoned #memories #paintings

This isn't the road home. This is a road littered with questions that will inevitably lead to an answer. ↗

— Meryl S. Fortney (formerly RSF)

#fiction #paxcorpus #quotes #home

To talk well and eloquently is a very great art, but that an equally great one is to know the right moment to stop. ↗

— Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

#humour #speech #art

It's go time.' He takes my elbow and gentles me down the planks with such tenderness that I am suddenly very afraid. But there's no sense making the plunge slow and unbearable. I take a running leap down the pier- ... -and launch over the water. It's my favorite moment: when I'm one toe away from flight and my body takes over. The choice is made, but the consequence is still just an inky shimmer beneath me. And I'm flying, I'm rushing to meet my own reflection- ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #home

Krakow the city of Kings, was no longer mine. I had become a foreigner in the place i had always called home ↗

— Pam Jenoff

#home

The ideal art, the noblest of art: working with the complexities of life, refusing to simplify, to "overcome" doubt. ↗

— Joyce Carol Oates

#art #complexity #writing #art

She reached up to place her fingertips to his lips as she stared up at him with a warm, tender expression. "I wish you had come home to me so that I could have helped you." He pulled the cloth away from her face and stared at her for a hard second. "Had I known what was waiting for me, my lady, I would have." -Christian and Adara ↗

— Kinley MacGregor

#christian #kinley-macgregor #return-of-the-warrior #home

Etiquette was so confounding in this country. Still, looking at Mirabella-her fists balled together like small, white porcupines, her brows knitted in animal confusion-I felt a throb of compassion. How can people live like they do? I wondered. Then I congragulated myself. This was a Stage 3 thought. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #st-lucys-home #home

What are you doing eight states away from home, Mr. Noel Springs? What’s your story?” “Short version?” I couldn’t resist flirting, just a little. “Long. Short. Whatever ya got. ↗

— K.C. Kendricks

#home