Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room. Peace - that was the other name for home.Where we love is home,
Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration. Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to. One's home is like a delicious piece of pie you order in a restaurant on a country road one cozy evening - the best piece of pie you have ever eaten in your life - and can never find again. After you leave home, you may find yourself feeling homesick, even if you have a new home that has nicer wallpaper and a more efficient dishwasher than the home in which you grew up.
Assumptions are the termites of relationships.In jealousy there is more self-love than love. Envy is a waste of time. Jealousy is simply and clearly the fear that you do not have value. Jealousy scans for evidence to prove the point - that others will be preferred and rewarded more than you. There is only one alternative - self-value. If you cannot love yourself, you will not believe that you are loved. You will always think it's a mistake or luck. Take your eyes off others and turn the scanner within. Find the seeds of your jealousy, clear the old voices and experiences. Put all the energy into building your personal and emotional security. Then you will be the one others envy, and you can remember the pain and reach out to them. Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
Man is a knot into which relationships are tied.Having someone wonder where you are when you don't come home at night is a very old human need.Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow. Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That's why it's a comfort to go hand in hand.There's one sad truth in life I've found
While journeying east and west -
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting? Sometimes it is the person closest to us who must travel the furthest distance to be our friend. Sticks and stones are hard on bones
Aimed with angry art,
Words can sting like anything
But silence breaks the heart.Assumptions are the termites of relationships
