Maya Angelou Quotes

I live in the suburbs, the final battleground of the American dream, where people get married and have kids and try to scratch out a happy life for themselves.

Like you see in the fairy tales, that's how it planned out in my head. Kids, little white picket fence, the American dream.

The house a woman creates is a Utopia. She can't help it - can't help trying to interest her nearest and dearest not in happiness itself but in the search for it.

Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.

American dreams are strongest in the hearts of those who have seen America only in their dreams.

The suburbs are the American dream, right? Living in a nice house, having a good job, a happy family.

My goal from being a child was to have a happy home life.

The center of all my enjoyments is the home wherein are my wife and children, and I have no wish to wander out from that home in pursuit of any pleasures that the world presents.

When I was little, I didn't have dreams to be an actress or a star; I wanted to be a mom, have a house and a picket fence.

We lived a lovely, middle-class, suburban life in Philadelphia. And I really thought that the TV programs of the '50s, like 'Father Knows Best' and 'The Adventures Of Ozzie And Harriet' Nelson were documentaries filmed with hidden cameras in our neighborhood.

If you have a happy home, everything is sorted, I guess.

I may or may not get married but I will settle down in a live-in.

Some people, you can see that they're in a house just because it functions OK for them. It checks the boxes for certain things that they need, but you can tell that they're not emotionally connected to the house.

Home life is no more natural to us than a cage is natural to a cockatoo.

I feel strikingly domestic. We're in our own world with two busses and trucks.

I'll see you in my dreams.

I don't know how it's going for my sisters, but as my 40s and Verizon bills and mortgage payments roll on, I seem to have an ever more recurring 1950s housewife fantasy.

I was married to Margaret Joan Howe in 1940. Although not a scientist herself she has contributed more to my work than anyone else by providing a peaceful and happy home.

I'm finally a suburban housewife. Honestly, it's my dream come true.

But if each man could have his own house, a large garden to cultivate and healthy surroundings - then, I thought, there will be for them a better opportunity of a happy family life.

Home interprets heaven. Home is heaven for beginners.

Essentially, I spent most of my childhood with my mother and my older sister, and I suppose I had rather a romantic vision of how things might be if there were men around; I saw myself in a country house with six children and a garden. That has never been achieved - and I still regret it.

I know what it's like to be in one place and dream of another. I also know what it's like to feel that nostalgia is a fairly useless thing because it is stasis.

The thing I love is that my home life hasn't changed. I still help out with the garbage. I still help out with the lawn.

The state of New Jersey is really two places - terrible cities and wonderful suburbs. I live in the suburbs, the final battleground of the American dream, where people get married and have kids and try to scratch out a happy life for themselves. It's very romantic in that way, but a bit naive. I like to play with that in my work.