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[homelovers-tales]

The house in which Dauphin and Leigh Savage lived had been built in 1906; it was a large, comfortable place with generous rooms and careful and pleasing detail in such things as hearths, moldings, frames and glazing. From the windows on the second floor you could see the back of the great Savage mansion on Government Boulevard.

The Elementals, Michael McDowell

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[kirklook]

惦记好久了，终于逮了三只🐒回家，谢谢 @terence_tales . . . #home #homegoods #interiordesign #seletti #tales #homelover #monkey #light #jungle #design #creativity #goods #photooftheday #homegram

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[zigsart]

ISABELLE . I love you. Silly isn't it? How can you love someone you don't know anymore. It is however true. Not the love however of an old married couple. Or the kind of love that friends near get an eyesore. The Love of Friendship. The girl who was always there waiting. And the boy, too proud to remember her. Now our lives have taken a dip. The girl who was waiting is not there waiting. And the boy, too proud, only remembers her. What happens to friendship turned poor? If it were as real as the stars, Then it would never fade, never. But if it were as real as tall tales, Then it is just that, a great story, a chapter, That we can never turn back to. . . by Mark Ruiz . . . 4 more ℹ️ feel free 2 send me a DM or📧 [email protected] . __________________________________ #artgram #artlover #pastelartists #wallart #homelove #unique #giftidea #design #artoftheday #artgallery #artist #modernart #contemporaryart #localartist #gallery #poetry #artwhisper #interiordesign #artiswonderful #artnews #drawing #poetry #sennelier #lady #futurelove #isabell (hier: Leipzig, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/zigs.art/p/Buwmga8hr49/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1jzaygywjmvf7

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[homelovers-tales]

Each had amazingly big, light-blue eyes behind steel-rimmed spectacles; each wore a cap and a gray shawl; each was knitting without haste and without rest; each rocked placidly and looked at the girls without speaking; and just behind each sat a large white china dog, with round green spots all over it, a green nose and green ears. Those dogs captured Anne’s fancy on the spot; they seemed like the twin guardian deities of Patty’s Place.For a few minutes nobody spoke. The girls were too nervous to find words, and neither the ancient ladies nor the china dogs seemed conversationally inclined. Anne glanced about the room. What a dear place it was! Another door opened out of it directly into the pine grove and the robins came boldly up on the very step. The floor was spotted with round, braided mats, such as Marilla made at Green Gables, but which were considered out of date everywhere else, even in Avonlea. And yet here they were on Spofford Avenue! A big, polished grandfather’s clock ticked loudly and solemnly in a corner. There were delightful little cupboards over the mantelpiece, behind whose glass doors gleamed quaint bits of china. The walls were hung with old prints and silhouettes. In one corner the stairs went up, and at the first low turn was a long window with an inviting seat. It was all just as Anne had known it must be.

Anne of the Island, Lucy Maud Montgomery

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‘Wayside’ is a dear sort of little spot. The house is small and white, set down in a delightful little hollow that drops away from the road. Between road and house is an orchard and flower-garden all mixed up together. The front door walk is bordered with quahog clam-shells—‘cow-hawks,’ Janet calls them; there is Virginia Creeper over the porch and moss on the roof. My room is a neat little spot ‘off the parlor’—just big enough for the bed and me. Over the head of my bed there is a picture of Robby Burns standing at Highland Mary’s grave, shadowed by an enormous weeping willow tree. Robby’s face is so lugubrious that it is no wonder I have bad dreams. Why, the first night I was here I dreamed I couldn’t laugh.The parlor is tiny and neat. Its one window is so shaded by a huge willow that the room has a grotto-like effect of emerald gloom. There are wonderful tidies on the chairs, and gay mats on the floor, and books and cards carefully arranged on a round table, and vases of dried grass on the mantel-piece. Between the vases is a cheerful decoration of preserved coffin plates—five in all, pertaining respectively to Janet’s father and mother, a brother, her sister Anne, and a hired man who died here once!

Anne of the Island, Lucy Maud Montgomery

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Anne had tea ready when Marilla came home; the fire was crackling cheerily, a vase of frost-bleached ferns and ruby-red maple leaves adorned the table, and delectable odours of ham and toast pervaded the air.

Anne of Avonlea, Lucy Maud Montgomery

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[homelovers-tales]

Mr Satterthwaite's house was on Chelsea Embankment. It was a large house, and contained many beautiful works of art. There were pictures, sculpture, Chinese porcelain, prehistoric pottery, ivories, miniatures and much genuine Chippendale and Hepplewhite furniture. It had an atmosphere about it of mellowness and understanding.

Three-Act Tragedy, Agatha Christie

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[homelovers-tales]

Walking through its green door, it was more or less what he expected. The space could be crossed in a couple of strides, and the sound of their footsteps ricocheted like stray bullets off the green-gloss-painted floors and curved, whitewashed walls. The few pieces of furniture — two store cupboards, a small table — were curved at the back to fit the roundness of the structure, so that they huddled against the walls like hunchbacks. In the very centre stood the thick iron cylinder which ran all the way up to the lantern room, and housed the weights for the clockwork which had originally rotated the light.A set of stairs no more than two feet wide began a spiral across one side of the wall and disappeared into the solid metal of the landing above. Tom followed the old man up to the next, narrower level, where the helix continued from the opposite wall up to the next floor, and on again until they arrived at the fifth one, just below the lantern room — the administrative heart of the lighthouse. Here in the watch room was the desk with the logbooks, the Morse equipment, the binoculars. Of course, it was forbidden to have a bed or any furniture in the light tower on which one could recline, but there was at least a straight-backed wooden chair, its arms worn smooth by generations of craggy palms.

The Light Between Oceans, M L Stedman

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[homelovers-tales]

Her eyes dwelt affectionately on Green Gables, peering through its network of trees and reflecting the sunlight back from its windows in several little coruscations of glory. Marilla, as she picked her steps along the damp lane, thought that it was really a satisfaction to know that she was going home to a briskly snapping wood fire and a table nicely spread for tea, instead of to the cold comfort of old Aid meeting evenings before Anne had come to Green Gables.

Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Maud Montgomery

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[homelovers-tales]

Wen had indeed transformed the house. Shae remembered it had been a sour-smelling place with green shag and outdated wallpaper. Hilo's fiancée had put in bamboo flooring and bright lighting, woven rugs, and new furniture and appliances. The walls had been redone in light colours that made the space seem much larger. Shae could still smell the lingering odour of fresh paint mingling with rose oil fragrance. The throw pillows and drapes were colour coordinated in rich burgundy and cream tones. There were decorative black rocks and white silk flowers in a glass dish on the kitchen table.

Jade City, Fonda Lee

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Anne said no more until they turned into their own lane. A little gypsy wind came down it to meet them, laden with the spicy perfume of young dew-wet ferns. Far up in the shadows a cheerful light gleamed out through the trees from the kitchen at Green Gables. Anne suddenly came close to Marilla and slipped her hand into the older woman's hard palm. 'It's lovely to be going home and know it's home," she said. "I love Green Gables already, and I never loved any place before. No place every seemed like home.'

Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Maud Montgomery

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There were a number of probably wizardly things hanging from the beams - strings of onions, bunches of herbs and bundles of strange roots. There were also definitely wizardly things, like leather books, crooked bottles and an old, brown, grinning human skull. On the other side of the boy was a fireplace with a small fire burning in the grate. It was a much smaller fire than all the smoke outside suggested, but then, this was obviously only a back room in the castle. Much more important to Sophie, this fire had reached the glowing rosy stage, with little blue flames dancing on the logs, and placed beside it in the warmest position was a low chair with a cushion on it."

Howl’s Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones

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Anne and Diana found the drive home as pleasant as the drive in - pleasanter, indeed, since there was the delightful conciousness of home waiting at the end of it. It was sunset when they passed through White Sands and turned into the shore road. Beyond, the Avonlea hills came out darkly against the saffron sky. Behind them the moon was rising out of the sea that grew all radiant and transfigured in her light. Every little cove along the curving road was a marvel of dancing ripples. The wave broke with a soft swish on the rocks below them, and the tang of the sea was in the strong, fresh air.'Oh, but it's good to be alive and to be going home,' breathed Anne.When she crossed the log bridge over the brook the kitchen light of Green Gables winked her a friendly welcome back, and through the open door shone the hearth fire, sending out its warm red glow athwart the chilly autumn night. Anne ran blithely up the hill and into the kitchen, where a hot supper was waiting on the table.'So you've got back?' said Marilla, folding up her knitting.'Yes, and oh, it's so good to be back,' said Anne joyously. 'I could kiss everything, even to the clock.'[...]'I've had a splendid time,' she concluded happily, 'and I feel that it marks and epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home.'

Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Maud Montgomery

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In all essential respects the little gable chamber was unchanged. The walls were as white, the pincushion as hard, the chairs as stiffly and yellowly upright as ever. Yet the whole character of the room was altered. It was full of a new vital, pulsing personality that seemed to pervade it and to be quite independent of schoolgirl books and dresses and ribbons, and even of the cracked blue jug full of apple blossoms on the table. It was as if all the dreams, sleeping and waking, of its vivid occupant had taken a visible although immaterial form and had tapestried the bare room withsplended filmy tissues of rainbow and moonshine.

Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Maud Montgomery

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Howl unlocked the wavy-glass door with one of his keys. It had a wooden notice hanging beside it on chains. Rivendell, Sophie read, as Howl pushed her into a neat, shiny hall space. There seemed to be people in the house. Loud voices were coming from behind the nearest door. When Howl opened that door, Sophie realised that the voices were coming from magic coloured pictures moving on the front of a big, square box.

Howl’s Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones

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Mrs Pentstemmon's house was gracious and tall, near the end of a narrow street. It had orange trees in tubs on either side of its handsome front door. This door was opened by an elderly footman in black velvet, who led them into a wonderfully cool black and white checkered marble hall, where Michael tried secretly to wipe sweat off his face. [...] Sophie, as the boy led them ceremoniously up polished stairs, began to see why this made good practice for meeting the King. She felt as if she were in a palace already. When the boy ushered them into a shaded drawing room, she was sure even a palace could not be this elegant. Everything in the room was blue and gold and white, and small and fine. Mrs Pentstemmon was finest of all. She was tall and thin, and she sat bolt upright in a blue and gold embroidered chair, supporting herself rigidly with one hand, in a gold-mesh mitten, on a gold-topped cane.

Howl’s Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones

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