Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall. We must away ere the break of day. Far over wood and mountain tall.
Heart may still be the fire in hearth but I'm suddenly too cold to continue, and besides, there's no hearth here anyway and it's the end of June. Thursday. Almost noon. And all the buttons on my corduroy coat are gone. I don't know why. I'm sorry Hailey. I don't know what to do.
Love is the only bow of life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kinder of every fire on every hearth, it was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay.
A man must go on a quest to discover the sacred fire in the sanctuary of his own belly to ignite the flame in his heart to fuel the blaze in the hearth to rekindle his ardor for the earth
There is no event greater in life than the appearance of new persons about our hearth, except it be the progress of the characterwhich draws them.
When men do not love their hearth, nor reverence their thresholds, it is a sign that they have dishonoured both. . . Our God is a house-hold God, as well as a heavenly one; He has an altar in every man's dwelling.
A whim, a passing mood, readily induces the novelist to move hearth and home elsewhere. He can always plead work as an excuse to get him out of the clutches of bothersome hosts.
A soul trembling to sit by a hearth so bright, To exist again, it’s enough if I borrow from Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
A gypsy fire is on the hearth, Sign of the carnival of mirth; Through the dun fields and from the glade Flash merry folk in masquerade, For this is Hallowe'en!
Television doomed us to the Family, whose household instrument it has become-what the hearth used to be, flanked by the communal kettle.
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.
To be admitted to Nature's hearth costs nothing. None is excluded, but excludes himself. You have only to push aside the curtain.
Hope survives best at the hearth.
Soup is the song of the hearth. . . and the home.
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.
The paternal hearth, the rallying-place of the affections.
Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.
I had a chair at every hearth, When no one turned to see, With 'Look at that old fellow there, 'And who may he be?
What if my trousers are shabby and worn, they cover a warm hearth.
If upon this earth we ever have a glimpse of heaven,it is when we pass a home in winter, at night,and through the windows, the curtains drawn aside,we see the family about the pleasant hearth; the old lady knitting; the cat playing with the yarn;the children wishing they had as many dolls or dollars or knivesor somethings, as there are sparks going out to join the roaring blast;the father reading and smoking, and the clouds rising like incense from the altar of domestic joy. I never passed such a house without feeling thatI had received a benediction.