Quotes About Home

When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is 'acquainted with Grief', we listen, for that also is an Acquaintance of our own.

In a Life that stopped guessing, you and I should not feel at home

And somebody has lost the face That made existence home!

For you know we do not mind our dress When we are going home

I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine And ask my business there. My business,—just a life I left, Was such still dwelling there?

What are you reading now? I have little time to read when I am here, but while at home I had a feast in the reading line, I can assure you...Am not I a pendant for telling you what I have been reading? (May 16, 1848 to Abiah Root)

Consciousness is the only home of which we know.

Dove tu sei, quella è casa.

Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver" – Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest. Her heart is fit for home – I – a Sparrow- build there Sweet of twigs and twine My perennial nest

she thought about being held to the woman's chest, and lying there hair-smoothed and quiet until she felt she'd found home.

You theoretically have so much more time at home, but you fill it with the minutiae that you somehow managed to avoid when you were working.

It's the feeling of belonging. Right here where I am. In this house. With my parents and Charlotte. The people who know all my stories, from the beginning. The people who know me.

everyone goes home in the end.

So then she took me home, or I took her home, or we were both somehow taken to the closest thing.

Houses are like lots of Rooms stuck together, TV persons stay in them mostly but sometimes they go in their outsides and weather happens to them.

No one is allowed to live here unless they first lose their tempers and then get permission from me to take a house

The Family at Red Roofs

that is where you will see true progress embodied, and find someone who has not wasted their time making the journey here from home.

One of the great comforts of our present home, on the other hand, was that we hadn't chosen it. Inevitability is surely part of the sense of home, the irreplaceable something for which the heart yearns.

Kreb blättert in seinem Kalender und antwortet, nein, zu schade, zu seinem großen Bedauern könne er bei dem Fest nicht dabei sein, habe er doch vor, ausgerechnet an diesem Abend allein zu Hause zu bleiben und sich anzuöden.

A plant needs roots in order to grow. With man it is the other way around: only when he grows does he have roots and feels at home in the world.

It's a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what's changed, is you.

Perhaps you can change the wallpaper, but you are less likely to change Uncle Bill, your kids, your established tastes with respect to a living environment, or your resource constraints.

Maybe it was this place, this strange, ramshackle, warm-hearted place, that had given his wife that air of laughing, welcoming life. Because here she bloomed. With him she had faded and he had faded with her. Yet here she was, his Jane again. His hope. And he had never, ever wanted to hope again.