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“Snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze beyond the window. The outside world is a dream.

Inside, the fireplace is brightly lit, and the Yule log crackles with orange and crimson sparks.

There’s a steaming mug in your hands, warming your fingers.

There’s a friend seated across from you in the cozy chair, warming your heart.

There is mystery unfolding.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“...we do not lend the hearth quite the importance that our ancestors did, Greek or otherwise. Yet, even for us, the word stands for something more than just a fireplace. We speak of 'hearth and home'. The word 'hearth' shares its ancestry with 'heart', just as the modern Greek for 'hearth' is kardia, which also means 'heart'. In Ancient Greece the wider concept of hearth and home was expressed by the oikos, which lives on for us today in economics and ecology. The Latin for hearth is focus - with speaks for itself. It is a strange and wonderful thing that out of the words for fireplace we have spun "cardiologist', 'deep focus' and 'eco-warrior'. The essential meaning of centrality that connects them also reveals the great significance of the hearth to the Greeks and Romans, and consequently the importance of Hestia, its presiding deity.”
― Stephen Fry, Mythos: The Greek Myths Retold

“God created a woman to be the keeper of her home. She sets the tone, and where her mind and heart goes, her home and marriage tend to follow.”
― Ngina Otiende, The Wedding Night: Embracing Sexual Intimacy as New Bride

“A 7 minutos por segundo el musitar del corazón
me recuerda la llegada de tu luz a mis ojos,
que irradia el sendero a la luna de mi razón.”
― Angel Martinez M. (Thunder)

“Belajarlah mencintai, menghargai dan memberikan perhatian yang besar kepada orang tuamu dan dirimu sendiri sebelum engkau memberikan sebagian apa yg engkau pelajari itu diberikan kepada orang lain terlebih kepada calon masa depanmu”
― @danangme

“I've long since been of the opinion that "home" is wherever you plant your boots.”
― Foster Kinn

“I had tried to make it beautiful with a spray of golden and orange autumn leaves in an empty green wine bottle on the floor by the hearth, with a string of tiny mouse skulls and soft white dove feathers hanging above my bed, and a cluster of dried rose hips pinned behind the door.”
― Alice Olivia Scarlett, Shoal: A Thanet Writers Anthology

“We can find scraps of magic anywhere we look, tiny threads and fabric patches and buttons without matches. Allow a circle of space for that quiet magic to find you. That is your center, your home. Return to it when you need it. Find it again, name it your hearth, and wherever you are you’ll be home.”
― Courtney M. Privett, Dustlight

“And so (We) made our way home. That’s what you do when you run out of options: you go home. Ask a failed college student or a new mother whose partner disappears. Ask the parolee and the schizophrenic. No matter what home is. Even if home is a false hope. You just pick yourself up and go there. Then you sit down and wait to see what happens next.”
― Adrian Barnes, Nod

“And yet, what are the true joys of life? By what does a man in all sincerity measure his standard of living? For myself, I would say that the good life is a small house, a cottage, and in that cottage a hearth that will burn wood, and a lamp or two and a shelf of books.”
― Adrian Bell, A Countryman’s Autumn Notebook