Relationships and Family

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

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

The family is the country of the heart.

The family is the country of the heart.

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.

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.

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.

No stranger can get a great many notes of torture out of a human soul; it takes one that knows it well,—parent, child, brother, sister, intimate.

No stranger can get a great many notes of torture out of a human soul; it takes one that knows it well,—parent, child, brother, sister, intimate.

I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how that can be? / I know not, but I feel the agony.

The Hobbits are just rustic English people, made small in size because it reflects the generally small reach of their imagination. J. R. R.

Than never to have loved at all.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.

 

’Tis better to have loved and lost

 

My only love sprung from my only hate!

 

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

 

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

 

A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.

 

Plaisir d’amour ne dure qu’un moment,

 

I am the son of the first fish who climbed ashore but the news has not yet reached my bowels.

 

O vocables of love, The end of an end is an echo, A last cry follows a last cry. Finality of finality Is perfection’s touch of folly.