Elizabeth Berg Quotes

I could never leave my home.... It inspires me a lot.

Home! With what different sensations different people pronounce and hear that word pronounced!

Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.

My dressing room was right on the water, and I would climb out of my window and walk around on the roof, whenever I needed time to think, or whenever I couldn't get a scene together. My father even came out there on the roof with me. We just walked around and talked up there, just to get away from everything, and nobody could get to us there. I really do love that place very much. It holds a very deep-rooted place in my heart.

I suppose home is, for me, more of a state of mind. It's really more of about being where I want to be with people I care about.

My home is such a powerfully imaginative place that the space is almost irrelevant. I think the house I live at on the Hudson is where I belong because it's the only place where I am that I never think about when I'm leaving.

A thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.

Whenever I'm out, I have a bit of a yearning to be in my house, to be able to shut the door on the world.

I always come back to the piano. It's like home.

When I'm sitting at my drafting table in my studio, I could really be anywhere.

This may sound corny, but I've always liked to make things that were beautiful.

You must have a place to which you can go in your heart, your mind, or your house, almost every day, where you do not owe anyone and where no one owes you - a place that simply allows for the blossoming of something new and promising.

What we [writers] do might be done in solitude and with great desperation, but it tends to produce exactly the opposite. It tends to produce community and in many people hope and joy.

There's always something about home that's special.

A soul can create only when alone.

To be a musician, especially a singer-songwriter - well, you don't do that if you have a thriving social life. You do it because there's an element of alienation in your life.

I’ve learned that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.

For all the huffing and puffing of the doubters, a home of our own is still the rock on which our hopes are built. Price appreciation aside (and most houses will appreciate, eventually), homeownership is a state of mind. It's your piece of the earth. It's where a family's toes grow roots. It's where the flowers are yours, not God's.

We can only love what we know.

Beau’s arms slipped around my waist. I knew I should step away but I couldn’t make myself. This was home. Being in his arms like this was where I found peace.

Need-love says of a woman "I cannot live without her"; Gift-love longs to give her happiness, comfort, protection - if possible, wealth; Appreciative love gazes and holds its breath and is silent, rejoices that such a wonder should exist even if not for him, will not be wholly dejected by losing her, would rather have it so than never to have seen her at all.

I always have my best thoughts on the toilet.

I love and in a way need, a private secret place. It's a kind of deep obsession, but I also love to need and be with friends and the two things often need to be together... it's a painful conflict that will never be smoothly resolved.

If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room.

The most important thing for a writer is to be locked in a study.