Quotes About Home

I went searching in a foreign land and found my way home.

Madness is like an alternative residence. When sanity chases you out of home, take shelter in madness.

A bird & a fish can fall in love, but where do they make a home?

I do not understand when a person is more concerned with the appearance of their house than the state of their home.

Gratitude...here at home our faith dwindlespolitical division causes tensions to kindle -we should never forgetwho stands at the door -who shields us with armorand shall forever more...

This is reality, back home is routine.

If the day ever comes that it (Deep Space Nine) isn't safe for kids to run around this station we all need to pack up and go home.

Nothing exists but my breath. I know this feeling. Usually it comes when something unexpected and momentously awful is about to happen, which doesn't make sense now. I'm just going home.

The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even thought they countain most of our lives.

If someone loves you, go home to them.

He asks me if I'd like to see the apartment and I say 'Anytime,' and he says, 'Sure, why don't you come up now, then?' I can't think of a reason not to. There's nothing waiting for me at home but my refrigerator, my laptop, and death.

She cracked a window and put on some stew.

is the hornets' home. If you knock it

There is no Better place like Home till we find the right One

If we feel ourselves everywhere as in Home, we have a Rich Life.

As long as you have any floor space at all, you have room for books! Just make two stacks of books the same height, place them three or four feet apart, lay a board across them, and repeat. Viola! Bookshelves!

How could he do possibly want to do this fool thing?…Maybe it wasn't about wanting or not wanting. Though he was beyond serving the mission field, wasn't his own town a mission field?…And didn't charity begin at home?

thus far, and grace will lead me home . . . .

That was his favorite thing about books—they took you off to other people's lives an' places, but you could still set in your own chair by th'oil heater, warm as a mouse in a churn.

I like being around the house with you,' he said. 'I like to be where you are.

As long as you have any floor space at all, you have room for books! Just make two stacks of books the same height, place them three or four feet apart, lay a board across them, and repeat. Violà! Bookshelves!

Then he turned and went home to the yellow house where he had been given everything and more, none of it especially deserved.

to be somewhere safe with somebody good.

I hear there are people who actually enjoy moving. Sounds like a disease to me - they must be unstable. Though it does have it's poetry, I'll allow that. When an old dwelling starts looking desolate, a mixture of regret and anxiety comes over us and we feel like we are leaving a safe harbor for the rolling sea. As for the new place, it looks on us with alien eyes, it has nothing to say to us, it is cold.