Quotes About Home

Through the pursuit of beauty we shape the world as a home and come to understand our own nature as spiritual beings.

All roads lead to Amber, he said, as though it were an axiom.

Haunted by the unhappiness that appeared like an ugly creature to live in their home

Around 6 p.m.: the apartment is warm, clean, well-lit, pleasant. I make it that way, energetically, devotedly (enjoying it bitterly): henceforth and forever I am my own mother.

Few First Ladies—and the name wasn't yet commonly used—have so reveled in the White House or developed such a proprietary feeling about it. "Eight happy years I spent there—so happy!" Julia would reminisce. "It still seems as much like home to me as the old farm in Missouri, White Haven.

He preferred to socialize on home turf, where guests had to conform to his rules and his timetable.

because there was no place where I felt more at home in a public assembly than in this old church

Rockefeller molded his house for his own use, not to awe strangers.

It was testimony to Rockefeller's thoroughgoing sense of responsibility that he preserved each letter for review at home.

By his mid-thirties, he had installed a telegraph wire between home and office so that he could spend three or four afternoons each week at home, planting trees, gardening, and enjoying the sunshine.

For the rest of her life, Eliza rotated among the homes of her five children, who provided her with more security than she had ever known with her prodigal husband.

You are what you inhabit.

and I'll know that this is what you live for - to hear someone say. Let's go home, to hear someone you love call your name.

Will and I will walk along the beach in Gloucester, and I'll hear him shout over the wind, Cameron, let's go home, and I'll know that this is what you live for --to hear someone say, Let's go home, to hear someone you love call your name.

Looking at the big things that had shaped the nation. Battlefields, factories, declarations, revolutions. Looking for the small things. Birthplaces, clubs, roads, legends. The big things and the small things which were supposed to represent home. I'd found some of them. I

He said, "We need to find a way of getting you guys home before you get hurt. You want to work with me on that?

It was a family-style

He headed onward and found a living area and looked at a sofa. A big old thing. Three-seater, easy. Plus extravagant curlicued arms. Long enough.

of a clearing in the trees, and maybe a house made of the same

He was correct about the language, though. Within weeks certain prodigal words started filtering home. They came one at a time or in shy small groups. I remember when sea-kindly showed up, a sentimental favorite, followed by desiccated and massive. Brusque appeared all by itself, which seemed apt; merry and boisterous arrived together. This would be a good time to ask for your patience if I use an adjective too many now and again—even now, some years on, they're still returning.

See You Tomorrow by William Maxwell; The Border Trilogy by Cormac McCarthy; Memories of a Catholic Girlhood by Mary McCarthy; Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt; Dakota by Kathleen Norris; and Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain.

Say I help people moving into our area find the right home.

This was where she belonged with Nur, right here, here in his songs. Here within the lyrics they were intimate, caught in the rythm of his words, proppelled by the substance of his dreams. These songs would be their story and these lyrics their home.

Why, could the good man not impose his will, control his wife? asked Mrs. Carew, who always made much of masculine authority in her talk with friends but ruled the roost at home.