Quotes About Home

Y entiendo también que su casa somos nosotras, que si sigue ahí aguantando es porque cree que todavía no estamos enteras sin ella y que no se irá hasta dejarnos bien, hasta que que su casa esté bien vivida. Ordenada. Hasta que haya paz.

LLEGAR A CASA ES ir los cuatro hasta el árbol, cada uno a su paso, cada uno con lo vivido y con lo que nos queda juntos. Pendientes todos del camino y de la sombra de los demás. Navegamos juntos.

If you can't go home, there is nowhere to go, and nowhere is the biggest place in the world-indeed, nowhere is the world.

Venga, le ho detto Perchè? Guardi fuori, è già l'alba. E allora? E' ora che lei torni a casa a dormire. Che c'entra che ora è, sono mica una bambina. Non è questione di ore, è questione di luce. Che cavolo dice? E' la luce giusta per tornare a casa, è fatta apposta per quello. La luce? Non c'è luce migliore per sentirsi puliti.

C'erano intorno ragazzini che correvano, cani che volevano tornare a casa e coppie di anziani con l'aria di essere scampati a qualcosa di terrificante. La loro vita, probabilmente.

Even in a golden cage, the nightingale yearns for its native land," says an old proverb.

I knew my affection for the Philippines was equally as telling: a democracy on paper, apparently well ordered, regularly subverted by irrational chaos. A place where I'd felt instantly at home.

Anthropology, she thought, like charity, surely begins at home.

And she lowered her eyes at the gentle reproach, for she had learned her lesson, even if there would be occasional, but only very occasional, relapses; for none of us is perfect, except, of course, the ones we love, the things of home, our much appreciated dogs and cats, our favourites of one sort or another.

A traditional house smelled of wood smoke, the earth, and of thatch; all good smells, the smell of life itself.

Perhaps one day she would find a place where she would stay. That would be good. To know that the place you were in was your own place—where you should be.

There were three chairs on the verandah—comfortable old wooden chairs that probably dated from Protectorate days. "The British brought chairs," Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni once said. "They took chairs with them wherever they went in the world. And they left the chairs behind when they went home.

Children, like cats, made a house into a home, and the echoes of their presence lingered.

And then," Mma Potokwane continued, "you have a successful business. You have the two children. You have your Zebra Drive home. You have so much, Mma." She looked at her friend with a touch of reproach. "You have nothing further to achieve, Mma. Nothing.

When she had lived in Bobonong the houses seemed perfectly normal to her and the house in which her family lived had seemed quite comfortable. But looking at it with eyes that had seen Gaborone, and the large buildings there, their house had seemed mean and cramped.

She was crying because she was far from home, and who among us has never wanted to do that? There need be no other reason; just that. We cry for home, and for flowers on tables, and biscuits in little tins, and for mother; and we feel embarrassed, and foolish too, that we should be crying for such things; but we should not feel that way because all of us, in a sense, have strayed from home, and wish to return.

He was a man of the very broadest outlook, but he never believed in going anywhere. He had a very sensitive stomach, you know, and that is always a disincentive to travel. If you have a sensitive stomach, it is undoubtedly best to remain at home.

I'm very glad that Matthew phoned," he said. "I've been out of touch, you know. It's like that out here. You get caught up in your own life and you forget about family back home.

Usually bullies have severe mothers and bad fathers, and they are usually frightened of them. That is why they are bullies, I think. There is something wrong at home. I have found that with children in general and this applies to men as well.

The widow shook her head. "He was a man of the very broadest outlook, but he never believed in going anywhere. He had a very sensitive stomach, you know, and that is always a disincentive to travel. If you have a sensitive stomach, it is undoubtedly best to remain at home.

Hello, honey," he said. "You are a very nice fat lady. I like a soft mattress." She drew in her breath. "Then go home and lie down on your bed," she said. "Go back to your wife. I know her, by the way.

Charity begins at home. Was that a narrow, selfish adage or was it simply an inescapable, bedrock fact of life in human society? Does the one in need on your doorstep have a greater claim than the one in need in a distant country--if the level of need in each case is exactly the same?

His particular insight was that we need to be at home; all his concerns with division within ourselves, with the tragic flaws in our nature, with the thwarting of love—all these point to the need that he felt we had within us to locate ourselves in a place we could live in with love, with people with whom we could share.

I would make my home, with joy and gladness, in a dark forest.