Quotes About Home

Politicians are either there or here or totally at home. Their finitude is more than sufficient unto itself. I don't mean to imply that I'm any better than they which does not mean that they are any better than I. Which doesn't mean anything at all.

Englezul ?i-n cas? goal? e ca la curtea regal?.

We've eaten well this evening. That's because we live in the suburbs of London and because our name is Smith.

He thinks money spent on a home is money wasted. He's lived too much in hotels. Never the best hotels, of course. Second-rate hotels. He doesn't understand a home. He doesn't feel at home in it. And yet, he wants a home. He's even proud of having this shabby place. He loves it here.

Oh, I'm so sick and tired of pretending this is a home! You won't help me! You won't put yourself out the least bit! You don't know how to act in a home! You don't really want one! You never wanted one - never since the day we were married! You should have remained a bachelor and lived in second-rate hotels and entertained your friends in barrooms!

I hope that others will find what I found: that that journey—that literary journey of the Romantics through an age of unbelief back to the entryway of faith—is nothing less than the journey home.

There are things you can describe in life and things you just can't. There are dangers and adventures, miseries and fears that you can tell about and then . . . well, then there's home and joy and love—and those are beyond the power of words to describe.

We all want the same thing, I guess. Killers or no, good or bad. We all want to be free. We all want to go home.

When they finally went home, they left behind an unstable, unhappy part of the world, with borders like wounds scored across it.

Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame To wand'ring mowers shows the way, That in the night have lost their aim, And after foolish fires do stray; Your courteous lights in vain you waste, Since Juliana here is come, For she my mind hath so displac'd That I shall never find my home.

The whole reason this place exists is because of the broken homes these kids fall in and out of. This lady is doing her best to give them a stable environment.

It has the look of a home where the wife takes care of everything inside, while the husband neglects everything outside.

The visit, like all visits home for a long time now, has been an obscure failure. When is it we cease to be able to go back, truly go back? What secret door is it that closes?

It's very common for people coming from a broken home to want material possessions around them. They are building their own nests.

It's very common for people coming from a broken home to want material possessions around them. They are building their own nests.

At long last I can make a cosy nest of my own,' she told friends, filled with enthusiasm at the idea of furnishing and decorating her own place; indeed, the desire to make the place 'cosy' became her constant refrain. For the first time she would be able to express herself without having to look over her shoulder or be reminded of sad events.

And it will be like an injection, a replenishment coming into my set-up. I say to myself: 'I am normal, it's okay to be me, it's all right, you're going back to work soon, going to be back in your own home; you go back up there again and try and perform.' It's exhausting.

Nothing or no one demands you be elsewhere before that happens?' 'No. Envy me?' 'Who wouldn't?' 'Oh, there are old home bodies, even your age or less, who couldn't care less about traveling and shedding responsibilities. You know that. Not everyone has that hunger, that thirst and desire to experience and consume from the wonderful smorgasbord waiting out there.

Book shelves were on the right-hand wall and a framed print of Christina's World on the left. 'Mr Saunders found that picture in a closet and thought it might be something you'd like.' 'It was always in here,' I said, looking at it. I had often stared at it and wondered about the woman in the picture and how much like her I often felt. 'I do like it. I like it very much.

I had once asked him if he felt happy hiding in the internet and he said yes, it was his home. On a good day it is the bright field that contains all souls but on a bad day it is the final darkness, where misery is gapingly exposed.

My mother was predominately a stay-at-home mom.

It's still home, Cager, and there's something about home, no matter how untidy we've left it.

Family' is not just a biological word, it's an an operative one.

A beautiful bouquet or a long-lasting flowering plant is a traditional gift for women, but I have recommended that both men and women keep fresh flowers in the home for their beauty, fragrance, and the lift they give our spirits.