Quotes About Home

The only thing Birdie was ever interested in was home. There was nothing Birdie loved more than to curl up in her window seat and watch the orchard. She knew what animals burrowed where, and what flowers bloomed when, and what trees produced the best fruit. She listened to the farm's rhythms through the screen like the beat of the heart of someone she loved.

We just got home from the hospital and my arm is in a cast. I've survived a near death experience!

How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home?

I had to take my makeup off at work every night. I wasn't allowed to do it at home because my mom said that when your work day is done, you're done with work.

That was the difference between a hero and a villain, a soldier and a murderer, a victory and a crime. Which side of a river you called home.

Home was more than a house. It was a place in a person's heart.

She would see the sun set behind the mountain and listen for the whip-poor-wills after dark. And she would be right where she needed to be. Perhaps she was home.

at every party there are two kinds of people - those who want to go home and those who don't. the trouble is, they are usually married to each other.

For now, I just want things all safe and familiar. My life may not be perfect, but it is what I have known.

The physical jolt shifts something inside Jordan, and a new truth yawns open: I do need them. I need all three of them. And while the plane hesitates, as if deciding its next move, his apartment now has a bunk bed to share with his brother and another bedroom, for his parents.

I know people not from here probably don't understand our feeling for these hills. Our love for land not spectacular. Our mountains are not like Western ones, those jagged awesome ones, your eyes always pulled to their tops. But that is the difference, I decided. In the West, the mountains are mostly horizon. We live in our mountains. It's not just the tops, but the sides that hold us.

After we bring food home from the grocery store...Dogs must think we are the greatest hunters ever!

Oh, my home is not my own – I lament and rue. Answer, stranger yet unknown, I am seeking you!

Before the spring arrives there are such days: Under the thick snow cover rests the lawn, The dry-and-jolly trees are making noise, Tender and strong, the wind is warm. And body is amazed at its own lightness, And your own home is alien to you, And song that had just previously been tiring With worry you are singing just like new.

Now prisoners will come back home, and two Russias will look each other in the eye, the one that put in prison and the one that was put in prison.

There are such days before the spring: When meadows rest beneath the snow, And dry and cheerful branches swing When gentle warm winds blow. You marvel at your body's lightness And do not recognize your home, And sing again with new excitement The song that once seemed tiresome.

A happy phrase — "at home " — And now unknown to anyone, Everybody looks through another man's windows.

Every weekday, rain or shine, gunplay or bombs, standoff or riots, I preferred to walk home, reading my latest book. This would be a 19th century book, because I did not like 20th century books, because I did not like the 20th century.

The school should not bear all the blame, for without the cooperation of the home most of the best efforts are neutralized.

Tell me more about your home. I can hear in your voice how you love it." He smiled. "You'd love it, too, mo chridhe." "What do you call me?" He wasn't quite ready to tell her, so he pretended not to hear the question.

I really don't like to do back-to-back movies. I concentrate on things at home. My family and school life are important to me. I try to do one movie a year.

Especially if what you can't change on your own got you dumped from one home after another.

Just wait til you meet my great-grandmother!' Said Frances. 'You'll wish you never had to go home again!' Minx was wishing that already, with all her heart.

Et parce qu'on ne peut pas grandir dans une maison où les gens ne s'aiment plus, si? Non, on ne peut pas. Pousser peut-être, mais pas grandir. (L'échappée belle, p.70)