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The whole house, its very walls, was impregnated with a smell of vitality that he was unused to. He thought about his own apartment, where it was so easy to decide simply not to exist.
If we could make our house a home, and then make it a sanctuary, I think we could truly find paradise on Earth.
Those who think of their house as only a 'machine to live in' should judge their point of view by that Neolithic man, who also lived in a house, but a house that embodied a cosmology.
Our bodies, warm comfortable and familiar. But when we look out ... . Just out there, we wonder if we occupy a special place..!! Are these bodies welcoming or hostel..!! We can stay forever wondering or maybe we can leave home for the ultimate adventure
The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other." -Rhage
"That depends more on your mouth than any floorplan." -Phury
America's last pioneers, urban nomads in search of wide open interior spaces
Much of living is an attempt to preserve oneself by annexing and occupying others.
Actually, there are countless ways to live upon this tremorous sphere in mirth and good health, and probably only one way - the industrial, urbanized, herding way - to live here stupidly, and man has hit upon that one way.
A building or a town will only be alive to the extent that it is governed in a timeless way. It is a process which brings order out of nothing but ourselves; it cannot be attained, but it will happen of its own accord, if we will only let it.
We arrived in Ulm just after the honeymoon, the moving there only prolonging it. Having slept that glorious jet-lag sleep right into evening on our first day, we took a walk through the streets of our new city, laughing aloud at our good fortune. How could we be living here?
The model of the human habitat dictated by zoning is a formless, soul-less, centerless, demoralizing mess. It bankrupts families and townships. It disables whole classes of decent, normal citizens. It ruins the air we breathe. It corrupts and deadens our spirit.
Humans, even nomadic ones, need a sense of home. Home need not be one place or any place at all, but every home has two essential elements: a sense of community and, even more important, a history.
The house is big and sturdy and charming. I know without being told that children have been born here and couples have married here, and families have argued and loved and laughed beneath the gabled roof. It's a place to feel safe in. A home.
Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build too.
Each generation has its own rendezvous with the land, for despite our fee titles and claims of ownership, we are all brief tenants on this planet. By choice, or by default, we will carve out a land legacy for our heirs.
A building is not just a place to be but a way to be.
The best security for civilization is the dwelling, and upon properly appointed and becoming dwellings depends, more than anything else, the improvement of mankind.
Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.
A house inside the nature is a nature inside the house!
The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots.
People create these extravagant habitats because they have vision, love of beauty, hopes and dreams.
Our home is a belonging place.
A house is a compressed territory where our basic needs can be fulfilled close by and safely.
We need to discover a common middle ground in which all of these things, from the city to the wilderness, can somehow be encompassed in the word "home."
I know well the delectable thrill of moving into a new house somewhere altogether else, in somebody else's county, where the climate is different, the food is different, the light is different, where the mundane preoccupations of life at home don't seem to apply and it is even fun to go shopping.
Why do we marry, why take friends and lovers? Why give ourselves to music, painting, chemistry or cooking? Out of simple delight in the resident goodness of creation, of course; but out of more than that, too. Half earth's gorgeousness lies hidden in the glimpsed city it longs to become.
We're not nomads, we're not gypsies! We have a home!
Houses, housetops, like human beings have wonderful character. The lives of housetops. The wear of the seasons. The country is beautiful, young, growing things. The majesty of trees. The backs of tenement houses are living documents.
We live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours.
We can live in and from the Nature and these Will accept us.
Wij kunnen in en van de natuur leven en deze accepteert ons.
The transformation of nature, a total fusion of science, art and technology in a sublime statement of human dignity and intelligence through the settlements we build for ourselves.
Where no one intrudes, many can live in harmony.
Houses, I have come to believe, like love, like nature herself, should not reassure, should not attempt to soothe, or give comfort, but should, rather, excite.
Experience what's happening now, and make your surroundings real. You don't have to invent an environment: it already exists.
Everybody needs a place they can go to rest, sheltered from the past and the future. A place you can live one moment at a time.
The space within becomes the reality of the building.
The home should be the treasure chest of living.
Your ideas about possession must increase until you get to a state of full possession of the land, city and nation
Oh, I would like to live in an empty house, with vines for walls, and a carpet of grass. No planks, no plastic, no fiberglass.
We made safe places in the apartment where you could go and not exist.
We need a place in which we may flourish and be ourselves.
It is all but inevitable that we occupy a favoured location, one of the rare neighbourhoods where by-laws allow the emergence of intelligent life.' No anthropic principle needed.
That have never known inhabitants, or homes that have known owners and seen them ejected, the house standing triumphantly voided, humanless.
Inhabit ourselves that we may indeed do what we want to do.
I now first began to inhabit my house, I may say, when I began to use it for warmth as well as shelter.
Feeling at home with ourselves and being able to create a spirit of place that nourishes us physically, emotionally and spiritually is a goal worthy of our highest priority.
If it is not fit to live in, then our job is to make it fit.
My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.
Just existing is where a lot of living happens.
Scattered throughout, dwelling as they wish. Just as you are now free to roam where you wish." "I wish to roam home." Rhys
Let your home be a heavenly paradise.
The neighborhood is nothing but a protective zone- remodeling, disinfection, a snobbish and hygenic design- but above all in a figurative sense: it is a machine for making emptiness.
Presence is a state of inner spaciousness
A place to live is not a place to stay
A place to stay is not a living place
But a few understand that building is a great symbol we live in our minds, and existence is the attempt to bring that life into physical reality, to state it in gesture and form. For the man who understands this, a house he owns is a statement of his life.
living in a stinking
You live well.
The slum must be inside you.
Through no divine design or cosmic plan, we have inherited the mantle of life's caretaker on the earth, the only home we have ever known.
You become the closest approximation of yourself that can tolerate living there.
want to live someplace that
A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
Where there is life.
I built my home in the feeling of waking up at dawn in a new city, where every road is the right road because there is no ordinary. Everything is as profound as you make it.
We are built to live in the kingdom of God. It is our natural habitat.
there are countless ways to live upon this tremendous sphere in mirth and good health, and probably only one way - the industrialized, urbanized, herding way - to live here stupidly, and man has hit upon that one wrong way
This body is not a home, but an inn; and that only for a short time.
Land be without it and its dwellers? The sinister Mr. Zonk and his
As the master builder of your own life, build an open space, with room for your soul to breath, and be free.
We shape our homes and then our homes shape us.
I do not wish my house to be walled and my windows stuffed. I want all cultures to blow freely through my dwelling.
Travel, leave everything, copy the birds. The home is one of civilization's sadnesses.
A slight daily unconscious luxury is hardly ever wanting to the dwellers in civilization; like the gentle air of a genial climate, it is a perpetual minute enjoyment.
This tiny habitation on wheels, with bit parts of the living room, the washroom, and the fireplace, is a pathetic admission that human life is no more than this: an attempt to feel at home while racing towards oblivion. He
All people need a place where their roots can grow deep and they always feel like they belong and have a loving refuge. And all people need a place that gives wings to their dreams, nurturing possibilities of who they might become.
The healing of our relationship with place begins with the preservation of the natural environment. We cannot go to the wild for renewal if no wilderness is left.
embrace the place where life happens.
I've found a place that would amaze you. People used to live there, but now it's all overgrown and no one goes there. Absolutely no one - only me ... Just a little house and a garden. And two dogs.
You were placed there by God for a reason, which is to possess the land for the glory of the KING!
People who own property feel a sense of ownership in their future and their society. They study, save, work, strive and vote. And people trapped in a culture of tenancy do not.
Only where there is life can there be home.
For people who enjoyed their own presence well enough and sought only a place where they would be left free to enjoy it.
Because we can't escape our ancient hunger to live close to nature, we encircle the house with lawns and gardens, install picture windows, adopt pets and Boston ferns, and scent everything that touches our lives.
Sprinkled along the waste of years Full many a soft green isle appears: Pause where we may upon the desert road, Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.
A Not So Big House feels more spacious than many of its oversized neighbors because it is space with substance, all of it in use every day.
There are apartments in the soul which have a glorious outlook; from whose windows you can see across the river of death, and into the shining city beyond; but how often are these neglected for the lower ones, which have earthward-looking windows.
Maybe, just maybe, we shall at last come to care for the most important, most challenging, surely the most satisfying of all architectural creations: building cities for people to live in.
What shelter to grow ripe is ours? What leisure to grow wise?
It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America. It was on that slender riotous island which extends itself due east of New York - and where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land.
We live in the deep sea, surrounded by pressure that could kill us in an instant, with no access to the surface world, that is our natural home.
I am convinced that a good building must be capable of absorbing the traces of human life and taking on a specific richness ... I think of the patina of age on materials, of innumerable small scratches on surfaces, of varnish that has grown dull and brittle, and of edges polished by use.
I'm sick and tired of having a forest and a torture chamber in my house... I want to have a nice quiet flat with ordinary doors and windows and a wife inside it, like anybody else!
Why do we love certain homes, and why do they seem to love us? It is the warmth of our individual hearts reflected in our surroundings.
Those who dream of the joys of living in a space colony should live in a space colony.
When we see land as a community to which we belong,
we may see it with love and respect. - Perhaps such a shift of values can be achieved
by reappraising things unnatural, tame, and confined
in terms of things natural, wild, and free.
Is where you live. This is where you sleep. This is where you feel the most privacy in your whole entire life. This is more than just a room.
... it seems we may best be able to inhabit a place where we are not faced with the additional challenge of having to be there. (p.23)
our home should be an oasis of peace and harmony for us in a troubled world,
A house doesn't make a home. When the place has got history, family, emotions, worries, joys worked into the wood, that's when it gets a solid threshold.
Let architects sing of aesthetics that bring Rich clients in hordes to their knees; Just give me a home, in a great circle dome Where stresses and strains are at ease.
I don't know who lives there, but there must be a paradise of cleanliness and dust-free bourgeois existence behind that glass door, an Eden of order and painstaking devotion to little routines and chores that is touching.' Since