Quotes About Home

The house felt more like a body—softer, more mortal and organic—than like a building

I'm just happy you're home safely.

Laat op de avond, als het verkeer op de snelweg eindelijk bedaarde, leken de dennen achter het woonhuis waarachtig te fluisteren.

Dear Anna, we will live in a home with no walls, so that everywhere we go will be our home.

I wasn't trying to invent better and better homes, but to show her that homes didn't matter, we could live in any home, in any city, in any country, in any century, and be happy, as if the world were just what we lived in.

The world is a big place, he said, but so is the inside of an apartment!

One can build a perfect home, but not live in it.

If we don't demonstrate solidarity through small collective sacrifices, we will not win the war, and if we do not win the war, we will lose the childhood home of every human who has ever lived.

Home is the place with the most rules.

Usamos una serie de teatrales señas con las manos para comunicar lo que un simple susurro habría hecho con la misma eficacia. Pero hemos hecho voto de silencio: ni una palabra hasta que estemos a salvo, de camino a casa.

She went home with her father, the center of me followed her, but I was left with the shell of me.

Sometimes, looking at the many books I have at home, I feel I shall die before I come to the end of them, yet I cannot resist the temptation of buying new books. Whenever I walk into a bookstore and find a book on one of my hobbies — for example, Old English or Old Norse poetry — I say to myself, "What a pity I can't buy that book, for I already have a copy at home.

Stories are so strong because they are alive. A story is like someone you trust to take your hand, lead you on a journey, and then bring you back home again.

And through the initiation by the three goddesses who were slighted in the beginning by the Judgment of Paris, he is made ready to return home to his wife, Penelope, and rescue her from the suitors.

And said in wonderment My love I have finally come home...

Can the circle be unbrokenBye and bye, Lord, bye and byeThere's a better home a-waitingIn the sky, Lord, in the sky.

I belong with her, wherever that may be.

It was one thing not taking an old bitterness to a new country. It was another to actually pay to send back Libyan Semtex to blow up my home.

What else? Well, she belongs to a book review club, one her mother helped start, that meets once a month in some Highland Park home. If it's a particularly interesting home, she'll go.

It's not really necessary: a ten-year-old son in St. Mark's and a seven-year-old daughter in Lamplighter, three bedrooms and three baths at one end of Beverly Drive, her station wagon, his Toronado.

The only sheets I'll ever long for are my own.

Her soul belongs ?to words and? books. Every time she ?reads she ?is home

You don't want to fight the enemy anymore?" "I don't want to fight anyone. I have no enemies. I want to go home.

And unlike the rest of you, he hasn't yet time to ruin his career or his mind." "Then he won't do. Send him home. Get us another lunatic." "Excuse me!" [hopping up to stand in his seat] "Elassar Targon, master of the universe, reporting for duty!" "I withdraw my objection.