Finding Home Quotes

“She smelled of home...as if home had never been a place, but had always been this little person whom she'd carried alongside her.”
― Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere

“You’re thinking, maybe it would be easier to let it slip
let it go
say ”I give up” one last time and give him a sad smile.
You’re thinking
it shouldn’t be this hard,
shouldn’t be this dark,
thinking
love could flow easily with no holding back
and you’ve seen others find their match and build something great
together,
of each other,
like two halves fitting perfectly and now they achieve great things
one by one, always together, and it seems grand.
But you love him. Love him like a black stone in your chest you couldn’t live without because it fits in there. Makes you who you are and the thought of him gone—no more—makes your chest tighten up and
maybe this is your fairytale. Maybe this is your castle.

You could get it all on a shiny piece of glass with wooden stools and a neverending blooming garden
but that’s not yours. This is yours. The cracks and the faults,
the ugly words in the winter
walking home alone and angry
but falling asleep thinking you love him.
This is your fairy tale.
The quiet in the hallway, wishing for him to turn around, tell you to stay, tell you to please don’t go I need you
like you need me
and maybe it’s not a Jane Austen novel but this is your novel and
your castle
and you can run from it your whole life but this is here
in front of you.
Maybe nurture it?
Sweet girl, maybe close the world off and look at him for an hour
or two.
This is your fairy.
It ain’t perfect and it ain’t honey sweet with roses on the bed.
It’s real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love.
Don’t throw it away searching for someone else’s love. Don’t be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go.
Be someone’s someone for someone.
Be that someone for him.

That’s your fairy tale. This is your castle.
Now move in. Build a home. Build a house. Build a safety around things you love.
It’s yours if you make it so.

Welcome home, sweet girl, it will be all be fine.”
― Charlotte Eriksson

“I never said it was easy to find your place in this world, but I’m coming to the conclusion that if you seek to please others, you will forever be changing because you will never be yourself, only fragments of someone you could be. You need to belong to yourself, and let others belong to themselves too. You need to be free and detached from things and your surroundings. You need to build your home in your own simple existence, not in friends, lovers, your career or material belongings, because these are things you will lose one day. That’s the natural order of this world. This is called the practice of detachment.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

“My home will never be a place, but a state of mind, which I find through my music.”
― Charlotte Eriksson

“I have a vision. In this vision, I see men not being distrustful of women and I see women not being distrustful of men. I see a world wherein people don’t say, “I want to win, I want to control, I want to make him/her...” when talking about a potential lover. I see men believing in women and women believing in men, believing in each others’ dreams and ambitions. And I have another vision. In this vision, I see women looking at other women with eyes of love and men looking at other men with eyes of acceptance. In these two visions, I see all people looking at all other people and remembering that we are all children on the inside. We all don't want to be hurt, we all don’t want to be left behind and we all want to know where home is.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“I'm good at blowjob.”
― Lauren Baker

“There is no history in a place until we make it, until you live a life worth remembering. We have made a history here - some of it was more folklore than truth, more fear than anything else. But some of it was good. Some of it lives inside each of us, the history of this wild, wild, land....

I wonder if she will love this place as I do. If she will feel rooted here at birth. If she will look up at the stars and know, we're all just trying to find our way home.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“We're wanderers in a foreign land, looking, but never truly seeing; exploring, but never finding what we seek for; striving for our very lives, but never truly living. That is, until we truly find ourselves.”
― Trinity Vinton, The Rise of Ethrundson: Quest of a Thousand Questions

“We were the lost children of our parents,
Those that ran away,
Those that sought homes away from home,
Looking for ourselves; some finding their ways. Others forever lost.
We could be defined by name, origin and favorite playlists.
And we wondered about our future as much as we wondered about what we would have for dinner.
We were ambitiously bored.
We sought out meaning to our lives, holding on to one another like a family of geographical orphans.
Looking for new fertile ground to plant our roots,
Because we wanted to go where we were celebrated. Not just tolerated.”
― lauren klarfeld, Last words for the road

“Finding home was hard, because it was never about a place but about a feeling. A feeling of unexplainable warmth, where I knew I could come to live, but also to die. Shaped by the people that lived in it, and a home cooked meal that tasted like spices and nostalgia.”
― lauren klarfeld, Last words for the road

“Home was not a place but a person. Home was not a place but an identity. Home was not where I was born, but where I began to live. And I always felt more at home in the places where no one knew my name yet.”
― lauren klarfeld, Last words for the road