Quotes About Home

Home. When it rains, you can smell the leaves in the forest and the sand. It's all so small and mild, the landscape surrounding the lake, so manageable. The leaves and the sand are so close, it's as if you might, if you wanted, pull them on over your head. And the lake always laps at the shore so gently, licking the hand you dip into it like a young dog, and the water is soft and shallow.

A house is your third skin, after the skin made of flesh and clothing.

But I loved that house, and I hated to say good-bye. Because, it was more than just a house. It was every summer, every boat ride, every sunset. It was Susannah.

Your house is lovely," I say, even though it isn't. It's old; it could use a good cleaning. But the things inside it are lovely. "It's empty now. All my things sold up. Can't take it with you, you know." "You mean when you die?" I whisper. He glares at me. "No. I mean to the nursing home.

As I bicycle home, it starts to rain, cold, almost-snow kind of rain, and I'm glad. I can blame my wet cheeks on the rain.

Leave with the one you came with, unless he's a drunk—then find your own way home.

My whole life was measured in summers. Like I don't really begin living until June, until I'm at that beach, in that house.

Haven admits. "Like, how did you get him? No offense. I just thought you were the non-dating type." I frown. The non-dating type? What kind of type is that? A little mushroom who sits at home in a semidark room growing moss?

When we pull up in my driveway, Kitty runs out of the house and over to the car. "Spider-Man!" she shrieks. She's still in her ninja costume, though she's taken the mask off. "Are you coming inside?" I glance at Peter. "He can't. He has to go condition." Peter spends an hour a day conditioning for lacrosse. He's very dedicated to it. "Condition?" Kitty repeats, and I know she's imagining Peter washing his hair.

non-dating type? What kind of type is that? A little mushroom who sits at home in a semidark room growing moss?

We three probably won't ever live in the same house together again. We'll come home for holidays and school breaks, but it won't be the same. It won't be what it was. But I suppose it hasn't been, not since Margot left for college. The thing is, you get used to it. Before you even realize it's happening, you get used to things being different, and it will be that way for Kitty too.

When we first started all this, I was really happy just being at home with my sisters and my dad. It was cozy. And then we started hanging out, and it was like…it was like you brought me out into the world." At this his eyes go soft. "At first it was scary, but then I liked it too. Part of me wants to just stay next to you forever. I could easily do that. I could love you forever." He tries to make his voice light. "Then just do that.

Is your dad home? I'll ask him.

He thinks I'm so quirky. I'm not planning on being the one to break the news to him that I'm actually not that quirky, that in fact lots of people like to stay home and bake cookies and scrapbook and hang out in libraries. Most of them are probably in their fifties, but still.

When I get home, I go straight to my room, put on a soft nightgown, and release my braid. It's sweet relief to let it out. My scalp is tingling with gratitude.

but I can tell she doesn't appreciate being offered a drink in her own home by someone who doesn't live there.

Because, it was more than just a house. It was every summer, every boat ride, every sunset. It was Susannah.

Your mom makes your bed, doesn't she?" I ask him, leaning back against the pillows. "Yes," he says, without an ounce of shame.

you thank you!" According to Daddy, he picked the puppy up from the animal shelter

The reason to have a home is to keep certain people in and everyone else out.

The reason to have a home is to keep certain people in and everyone else out. A home has a perimeter. But sometimes our perimeter was breached by neighbors, by Girl Scouts, by Jehovah's Witnesses. I never liked to hear the doorbell ring. None of the people I liked ever turned up that way.

Maybe you should stay. You've found where you belong. Most people never get that lucky their whole lives.

As long as you are at home make your cell your paradise, gather there the varied fruits of scripture, let this be your favourite companion, and take its precepts to your heart.

even in his own house, a man cannot use his eyes without danger.