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A House is not a Home.
It's a man's jobno place for women's plans here!what lies outside. Stay home and cause no trouble.
How different, how very different, from the home life of our own dear Queen!
Hame's hame, be it never so hamely.
Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had In his high mountain cradle in Pamere, A foiled circuitous wanderertill at last The longed-for dash of waves is heard, and wide His luminous home of waters opens, bright And tranquil, from whose floor the new-bathed stars Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea.
Beautiful city! so venerable, so lovely, so unravaged by the fierce intellectual life of our century, so serene!whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
We cannot help ourselves.We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.You are forced on exertion.You have always a profession, pursuits, business of some sort or other, to take you back into the world immediately, and continual occupation and change soon weaken impressions.
His Majesty's Government looks with favour upon the establishment in Palestine of a national home for the Jews.
Late at e'en, drinkin'the wine, And ere they paid the lawin', They set a combat them between, To fight it at the dawin'. 'O stayat hame, my noble lord, O stay at hame, my marrow! My cruel brother will you betray On the dowie houms o' Yarrow!'
Kiss till the cow comes home.
De los libros el luminoso plectro dir|ase que pasa a ser l|a del recto, pues despue s de tanto leer sin tasa nada ha quedado en casa. The luminous plectrum of books can be said to become a portion of the rectum, since after so much eager reading not a thing remains at home.
And when Ahithophel saw that his counsel was not followed, he saddled his ass, and arose, and gat him home to his house, to his city, and put his household in order, and hanged himself.
They should go back home and re-create their countries whichwe have freed from tyranny, whether it be Kosovo or now Afghanistan. I have no sympathy whatsoever with young men in their twenties who do not get back home and rebuild their countries.
I am, I flatter myself, completely a citizen of the world. In my travels through Holland,Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Corsica, France, I never felt myself from home.
If I should die, thinkonly this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich dust a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
There are three things you just can't do in life.You can't beat the phone company, you can't make a waiter see you until he's ready to see you, and you can't go home again.
If you are as happy, my dear Sir, on entering this house as I am on leaving it and returning home, you are the happiest man in the country.
From scenes like these, old S's grandeur springs, That makes her lov'd at home, rever'd abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, 'An honest man's the noble work of G'. See Pope 660:25.
Rattlin, roarin Willie, Ye're welcome hame to me!
Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends; Where rolled the ocean, thereon was his home; Where a blue sky, and glowing clime, extends, He had the passion and the power to roam.
Politique inte rieure, je fais la guerre; politique exte rieure, je fais toujours la guerre. Je fais toujours la guerre. My home policy? I wage war. My foreign policy? I wage war. Always, everywhere, I wage war.
That hallowed piece of earth, that land of light and revelation, is the home to the memories and dreams of Jews, Muslims and Christians throughout the world.
I suppose I could have stayed home, baked cookies, and had teas.
Said Jerome K. Jerome to Ford Madox Ford, 'There's something, old boy, that I've always abhorred: When people address me and call me'Jerome', Are they being standoffish, or too much at home?' Said Ford,'I agree; It's the same thing with me.'
My old man said,'Follow the van, Don't dilly-dally on the way!' Off went the cart with the home packed in it, I walked behind with my old cock linnet. But I dillied and dallied, dallied and dillied, Lost the van and don't know where to roam. You can't trust the'specials' like the old time 'coppers' When you can't find your way home.
I go to the theatre to be entertained. I don't want to see plays about rape, sodomyand drug addictionI can get all that at home.
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock it never is at home.
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam Excels a dunce that has been kept at home.
Miss Bolo rose from thetable considerablyagitated, and went straight home, ina flood of tears, and a sedan chair.
It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church I keep it, staying at Home With a Bobolink for a Chorister And an Orchard, for a Dome
And seeing the snail, which everywhere doth roam, Carrying his own house still, still is at home, Follow (for he is easy paced) this snail, Be thine own palace, or the world's thy gaol.
Next to a letter from home,Captain Miller, your organization is the greatest morale builder in the ETO.
Many a man who thinks to found a home discovers that he has merely opened a tavern for his friends.
I should like to know what is the proper function of women, if it isnot tomakereasons for husbandstostayat home, and still stronger reasons for bachelors to go out.
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living.
Social scientists could supply plenty of research to show that one member of the family, at least, is happier and more well adjusted when mum stays home and looks after the children. But that person is dada finding of limited use to backlash publicists.
Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am home again!
Keep the Home-fires burning, While your hearts are yearning, Though your lads are far away They dream of Home. There's a silver lining Through the dark clouds shining; Turn the dark cloud inside out, Till the boys come Home.
'Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.' 'I should have called it Something you somehow haven't to deserve.'
Their dress is very independent of fashion; as they observe,'What does it signify how we dress here at Cranford, where everybody knows us?'And if they go from home, their reason is equally cogent,'What does it signify how we dress here, where nobody knows us?'
Remember the rights of the savage, as we call him. Remember that the happiness of his humble home, remember that the sanctity of life in the hill villages of Afghanistan, among the winter snows, is as inviolable in the eye of Almighty God as can be your own.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever is, at home.
What's the good of a home if you are never in it?
Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam, Where the deer and the antelope play, Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Home James, and Don't Spare the Horses.
Television has brought back murder into the home where it belongs.
Home-made dishes that drive one from home.
Having a lover isn't much to write home about.
Any Old Place I Can Hang My Hat Is Home Sweet Home to Me.
Nor for my peace will I go far, As wanderers do, that still do roam, But make my strengths, such as they are, Here in my bosom, and at home.
Late one morning, I awoke in the capital of a certain countryand found myselfnot changed overnight into a large brown beetle, nor feeling exactly on top of the worldmerely ready to go home.
O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the clouds of the fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming! Keynes And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through thenight that our flag was still there; O! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?
'Oh Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands of Dee.' The western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she.
Andthesunsankagainonthegrand Australianbushthe nurseandtutorofeccentric minds, thehome oftheweird, and of much that is different from things in other lands.
Being offended is the natural consequence of leaving one's home.
The Mountjoy began to move, and soon passed safe through the broken stakes and floating spars.But her brave master was no more. A shot from one of the batteries had struck him; and he died by the most enviable of all deaths, in sight of the city which was his birthplace, which was his home, and which had just been saved by his courage and self-devotion from the most frightful form of destruction.
The man that gets drunk is little else than a fool, And is in the habit, no doubt, of advocating for Home Rule; But the best Home Rule for him, as far as I can understand, Is the abolition of strong drink from the land.
At home, you always have to be a politician.When you are abroad, you almost feel yourself to be a statesman.
And the gods are absent and the men are still Noli me tangere, my soul is forfeit. Some are now happy in the hive of home, Thigh over thigh and a light in the night nursery, And some are hungry under the starry dome And some sit turning handles.
No.Cost what it may I am determined to go East. The nomad'slife enthrallsme.Itsrestlessnesspursuesme: it is as much part of meas of thesailor. All parts and noneare home to me, and all arriving onlya new setting forth.
Our semantic chickens have come home to roost We have cometo accept all sorts of semantic inversions, just as George Orwell told us we would.
Why haven't Igot a real'home'a real lifewhyhaven't Igot a Chinesenurse with green trousers and two babies who rush at me and clasp my knees? I'm not a girlI'm a woman. I want thingsall this love and joy that fights for outletand all this life drying up, like milk in an old breast.
I could dance with you till the cows come home.On second thoughts I'll dance with the cows and you come home.
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
And he who gives a child a treat Makes joy-bells ring in Heaven's street, And he who gives a child a home Builds palaces in Kingdom come, And she who gives a baby birth Brings Saviour Christ again to Earth.
E.T. phone home.
Observing these people I am no longer surprised that there is such a scarcity of domestic servants at home.
All other parts remaining as they were, And they, so perfect in their misery, Not once perceive their foul disfigurement, But boast themselves more comely than before And all their friends, and native home forget To roll with pleasure in a sensual sty.
When the loo paper gets thicker and the writing paper thinner, it's always a bad sign, at home.
The tendency nowadays to wander in wildernesses is delightful to see. Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains isgoing home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.
Home is heaven and orgies are vile, But you need an orgy, once in a while.
I always said that I'd like Barrymore's acting till the cows came home. Well, ladies and gentlemen, last Nathan sciences,themarrowof wit, andtheveryphraseofangels. night the cows came home.
A woman is stripped of everything by them [saloons]. Her husband is torn from her; she is robbed of her sons, her home, her food, and her virtue; and then they strip her clothes off and hang her up bare in these dens of robbery and murder. Truly does the saloon make a woman bare of all things!
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on; The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me.
Turn up the lights; I don't want to go home in the dark.
Home I would go But that my doors are hateful to my eyes, Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors, Watchful as fowlers when their game will spring.
Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown.
I think it not unlikely but I shall be in England before you receivethisYou may be surethat Ifeel happyat turning my face towards home.We this morning have done with all intercourse with the natives; and the sails are now hoisting for our departure for the coast.
Why should not the name of an Australian be equal to that of a Britonto that of a citizen of the proudest country under the sun? Make yourselves a united people, appear before the world as one, and the dream of going 'home' will die away.
All I was doing was trying to get home from work.
On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome.
Died some, pro patria, non'dulce'non'et decor' walked eye-deep in hell believing in old men's lies, then unbelieving came home, home to a lie, home to many deceits home to old lies and new infamy; usuryage-old and age-thick and liars in public places.
So when I am wearied with wandering all day; To thee my delight in the evening I come: No matter what beauties I saw in my way: They were but my visits; but thou art my home.
In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Most entrepreneurs who have the guts to take on a big challenge are a lot like Babe Ruththey set records for both home runs and strike outs.
Where, after all, do human rights begin? They begin in small places, close to homeso close and so small that they cannot be seen on any map of the world.
I'd like to see aTank come down the stalls, Lurching to rag-time tunes, or 'Home sweet Home', And there'd be no more jokes in Music-halls To mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume.
And when war is done and youth stone dead I'd toddle safely home and diein bed.
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand!
This is the story of the unconquerable fortressthe American home.
The great advantage of a hotel is that it's a refuge from home life.
Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse.
Home life as we understand it is no more natural to us than a cage is natural to a cockatoo.
The beaten road Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread, Who travel to their home among the dead By the broad highway of the world, and so With one chained friend, perhaps a jealous foe, The dreariest and the longest journey go.
In most families it is the children who leave home. In mine it was the parents.
It is the maxim of every prudent master of a family never to attempt to make at home what it will cost him more to makethantobuy.Thetaylordoesnot attempttomakehis ownshoeAll ofthemfind itfor their interestto employ their whole industry in a way in which they have some advantage over their neighbours and to purchase with a part of its producewhatever else they have occasion for What is prudence in the conduct of every private family, can scarce be folly in that of a great kingdom Would it be a reasonable law to prohibit the importation of all foreign wines, merely to encourage the making of claret and burgundy in Scotland?
In ten thousand years the Sierras Will be dryand dead, home of the scorpion. Ice-scratched slabs and bent trees. No paradise, no fall, Only the weathering land The wheeling sky, Man, with his Satan Scouring the chaos of the mind. Oh Hell!
Quite as many false ideas prevail as to woman's true position in the home as to her status elsewhere. Womanhood is the great fact in her life; wifehood and motherhood are but incidental relations.
Be it granted to me to behold you again in dying, Hills of home! and to hear again the call; Hear about the graves of the martyrs the peeweets crying, And hear no more at all.
And all that I could thinkof, in the darkness and the cold, Was just that I was leaving home and my folks were growing old.
Family! the home of all social evil, a charitable institution for comfortable women, an anchorage for house-fathers, and a hell for children.
We turned the switch, saw the flashes, watched for ten minutes, then switched everything off and went home. That night I knew the world was headed for sorrow.
Home they brought her warrior dead. She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching said, 'She must weep or she will die.'
Any womanwho understandsthe problems of running a home will be nearer to understanding the problems of running a country.
It takes that je ne sais quoi which we call sophistication for a woman to be magnificent in a drawing-room when her faculties have departed but she herself has not yet gone home.
Our God, our help in ages past Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast And our eternal home.
Particularly against books the Home Secretary is. If we can't stamp out literature in the country, we can at least stop it being brought in from outside.
Antifeminists, from Chesterton down to Dr Lionel Tayler, want women to specialise in virtue.While men are rolling round the world having murderous and otherwise sinful adventures of an enjoyable nature, in commerce, exploration or art, women are to stayat home earning the promotion of the human race to a better world.
I've never forgotten for long at a time that living is a struggle. I know that every good and excellent thing in the world standsmoment by moment on the razor-edge ofdangerand must be fought forwhether it's a field, or a home, or a country.
You will be home before the leaves have fallen from the trees.
I don't hate men, I just wish they'd try harder. Theyall want to be heroes and all we want is for them to stay at home and help with the housework and the kids. That's not the kind of heroism they enjoy.
You Can't Go Home Again.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his wayattended; At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home!
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