Quotes to inspire and reflect

The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.

Where we love is home—home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

The home is not the one tame place in the world of adventure. It is the one wild place in the world of rules and set tasks.

One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night.

The family is the country of the heart.

A house that has a library in it has a soul.

Home is where you come to when you have nothing better to do.

To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all of the miseries of life.

There is scarcely any less bother in the running of a family than in that of an entire state. And domestic business is no less importunate for being less important.

The great advantage of a hotel is that it’s a refuge from home life.

Such is the patriot’s boast, where’er we roam,

Ce n’est pas une image juste, c’est juste une image.

The Stately Homes of England,

It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here;

In his library he had been always sure of leisure and tranquillity; and though prepared … to meet with folly and conceit in every other room in the house, he was used to be free of them there.

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped to the comfort of the last to go As if to win them back.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man, Bake me a cake as fast as you can; Pat it and prick it, and mark it with B, Put it in the oven for baby and me.

And when a lady’s in the case, You know all other things give place.

We enact many laws that manufacturecriminals, and then a few that punish them.

 

I am Goya

 

I speak no comfort to you, for there is no comfort for such pain within the circles of the world. The uttermost choice is before you: to repent and go to the Havens and bear away into the West the memory of our days together that shall there be evergreen but never more than memory; or else to abide the Doom of Men.

 

I am in fact a Hobbit (in all but size). I likegardens, trees, and unmechanized farmlands; I smoke a pipe, and like good plain food (unrefrigerated), but detest French cooking; I like, and even dare to wear in these dull days, ornamental waistcoats. I am fond of mushrooms (out of a field); have a very simple sense of humor (which even my appreciative critics find tiresome); I go to bed late and get up late (when possible). I do not travel much.

 

“The realm of Sauron is ended!” said Gandalf.

 

[ Sam Gamgee speaking :] “Well, I’m back,” he said.

 

“I will take the Ring,” he said, “though I do not know the way.”

 

The Road goes ever on and on

 

Do not laugh! But once upon a time (my crest has long since fallen) I had a mind to make abody of more or less connected legend, rangingfrom the large and cosmogonic, to the level ofromantic fairy-story—the larger founded onthe lesser in contact with the earth, the lesserdrawing splendor from the vast backcloths—which I could dedicate simply to: to England; tomy country.

 

I desired dragons with a profound desire. Of course, I in my timid body did not wish tohave them in the neighborhood, intrudinginto my relatively safe world, in which it was, for instance, possible to read stories in peace of mind, free from fear. But the world thatcontained even the imagination of Fáfnir was richer and more beautiful, at whatever cost of peril.

 

For why is all around us here

 

Mastering the lawless science of our law,

 

Cannon to right of them,

 

Theirs not to make reply,

 

Was there a man dismay’d?

 

Wearing all that weight

 

In Memoriam.

 

I hold it true, whate’er befall;

 

Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’

 

For my purpose holds

 

He works his work, I mine.

 

The deep

 

Much have I seen and known; cities of men

 

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,

 

I cannot rest from travel; I will drink

 

And the stately ships go on

 

Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

 

[ Paying tribute to Eleanor Roosevelt after her death on 7 Nov. 1962 :] I have lost more than a belovedfriend. I have lost an inspiration. She would rather light a candle than curse the darkness, and her glow has warmed the world.

 

[The Republican Party] had to be dragged kicking and screaming into the twentieth century.