Cooking is the showy side of domesticity.
The combination of domesticity and wildness - that's a deep expression
The women of the South have brought into American literature a unique mixture of domesticity and grotesquerie.
I romanticized domesticity for a while, and loved having a shopping list of groceries stuck to the fridge for the first time.
Domesticity and all that isn't really for me.
I tend to be a bit of a workaholic, but I also can't function without some sort of domesticity as well.
I lead a life of blameless domesticity and always have done.
There are a lot of artists who haven't lost anything to domesticity. In my case, it probably did happen.
Some men are born husbands; they have a passion for domesticity, for a fireside, for a home. Yet, curiously, these men very rarely stay at home. Apparently what they want is to have a place to get away from.
I loved the domesticity of my life as a struggling actor. When I wasn't going to auditions, I could do things like cook dishes from scratch and take them to parties or be really thoughtful about birthdays and anniversaries.
Domesticity has to mean nesting. Otherwise, six months go by, and you don't know where your underwear is.
I feel domesticity just slipping off me. It is a choice. Either one can let it go or one can intensify it. The people who intensify it seem to get quite a lot of interest out of that, too, and are as preoccupied as pirates.
Of all modern notions, the worst is this: that domesticity is dull. Inside the home, they say, is dead decorum and routine; outside is adventure and variety. But the truth is that the home is the only place of liberty, the only spot on earth where a man can alter arrangements suddenly, make an experiment or indulge in a whim. The home is not the one tame place in a world of adventure; it is the one wild place in a world of rules and set tasks.
Women do act their part when they do make their ordered houses know them.
