Category Archives: HOME LIFE

Home life as we understand it is no more natural to us than a cage is natural to a cockatoo.

George Bernard Shaw   Getting Married, preface,’Hearth and Home’.

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That sulphur-crested bird with great white wings,
The wise, harsh bird - as old and wise as Time
Whose well-dark eyes the wonder kept and closed.

Rosemary Dobson

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A cup of tea would restore my normality. Douglas Adams

 

 

The Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 – 1933), Saturday 15 September 1928,

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I don’t want tea,” said Clary, with muffled force. “I want to find my mother. And then I want to find out who took her in the first place, and I want to kill them.”
“Unfortunately,” said Hodge, “we’re all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it’s either tea or nothing.

― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

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   Lee Emmett, Australia
 
HIGH TEA

‘give me beverage,’ says mrs average
‘make mine green tea,’ responds mcphee
‘coffee’s my drink,’ asserts dolly pink
‘fuchsia and lemon,’ quips jack devon
‘who wants apple cake?’ asks lambert lake
‘or strawberry jam tart?’ adds doris dart
‘scones and cream cheese,’ mad simon pleads
‘chocolate meringue,’ smiles su-lin chang

 

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A friendly look, a kindly smile, one good act, and life’s worthwhile.

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Maya Angelou: If you have only one smile in you, give it to the people you love. Don’t be surly at home, then go out in the street and start grinning ‘Good morning’ at total strangers.

Come and share a pot of tea, My home is warm and my friendship’s free . Emilie Barnes

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Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist-a master-and that is what Auguste Rodin was-can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is…and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be…and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart…no matter what the merciless hours have done to her. Look at her, Ben. Growing old doesn’t matter to you and me; we were never meant to be admired-but it does to them.”

Robert A. Heinlein

It is always sad when someone leaves home, unless they are simply going around the corner and will return in a few minutes with ice-cream sandwiches.”

― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid

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“…We leave our homeland, our property and our friends. We give up the familiar ground that supports our ego, admit the helplessness of ego to control its world and secure itself. We give up our clingings to superiority and self-preservation…It means giving up searching for a home, becoming a refugee, a lonely person who must depend on himself…Fundamentally, no one can help us. If we seek to relieve our loneliness, we will be distracted from the path. Instead, we must make a relationship with loneliness until it becomes aloneness.”

― Chögyam Trungpa, The Myth of Freedom and the Way of Meditation

Home ought to be our clearinghouse, the place from which we go forth lessoned and disciplined, and ready for life.

Kathleen Norris

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“I have sometimes thought that a woman’s nature is like a great house
full of rooms: there is a hall, through which everyone passes in
going in and out; the drawing-room, where one receives formal visits . . .
and in the innermost room, the holy of holies,
the soul sits alone and waits for a footstep that never comes.”
― Edith Wharton, The Fullness of Life

There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread. ― Mahatma Gandhi

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“Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.
Tree and flower, leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the Moon or to the Sun.
Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe,
Let them go! Let them go!
Sand and stone and pool and dell,
Fare you well! Fare you well!
Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We’ll wander back to home and bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
Fire and lamp and meat and bread,
And then to bed! And then to bed!”

― J.R.R. Tolkien

Serenity now that blessed state I had to wait such a long, long time.

© Jennifer Liston 2009

SERENITY NOW

BELLINGER VALLEY NSW AUSTRALIA

IF you find a young man who does not love home, whose taste is formed for other joys, who can see no happiness in the serene enjoyment of the domestic circle, you may depend upon it he is not to be trusted.

REV. J. ABBOTT.

Moral emblems, with aphorisms, adages, and proverbs, of all ages and nations

We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiralling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies. Shirley Abbott

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My Daddy

by Ashley

When you’re little
you don’t know what to say
when your daddy
comes home stoned everyday

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Shall we count offences or coin excuses, Or weigh with scales the soul of a man ?

"The Swimmer" : Adam Lindsay Gordon

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If there is light in the soul,
There will be beauty in the person.
If there is beauty in the person,
There will be harmony in the house.
If there is harmony in the house,
There will be order in the nation.
If there is order in the nation,
There will be peace in the world.
(Chinese Proverb)

 

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