Quotes About Home

with several steep gables, and it took her several minutes to look at every

My home was in darkness and my companions were shadows beckoning to me from a glass

And in the night my own mother came to the window to meet me, strange, solitary; splendid with countless stars; my mother Night; mine, lovely, mine. My home…

Why was I led astray by a tiger brightness? Why did a false sun lure me so far from home?...my eyes had looked at something forbidden and seen what they should never have seen, and now sight itself had gone out of them…never again would I see the blinding glare of enemy eyes.

A lightning flash is stabbed into the sky and jabbed at by other flashes, their crazy neons jittering into word shapes, WHAT IS LOST NOW IS OUR HOME IN THIS WORLD.

I have been alone since my husband died. I stay in my home. I don't date. It's hard to date when you're at home. Nobody knows you.

Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.

I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.

Reading has always been my home, my sustenance, my great invincible companion. "Book love," Trollope called it. "It will make your hours pleasant to you as long as you live." Yet of all the many things in which we recognize some universal comfort...reading seems to be the one in which the comfort is most undersung...

My troubles are all over, and I am at home; and often before I am quite awake, I fancy I am still in the orchard at Birtwick, standing with my old friends under the apple trees.

This is where I come from. And it's where you come from. You'll never get away from that, and don't you forget it.

Rosie settled down and read over the newspapers she'd missed while she was away.

The mentality of a refugee, forcibly expelled from his home, is not that of an emigrant who leaves to seek his fortune: his very circumstances fostered dependency and a sense of helplessness he might never have known before. To

Maybe you should go home and rest," Simon told Meg. Maybe he could go home with her and they could cuddle for a while or play a game. Or she could watch a movie with him and pet him.

But other beings shouldn't be forgotten. You knew that when you were a student, felt that need from those no one else wanted to think about. Even demons need a home. Even a dark landscape should feel the warmth of the Light. Why have you forgotten that?

They both took a couple of unsteady breaths before Daemon said, "The sooner we make our reports, the sooner we can go home." For him, home wasn't a place, it was a person—and right then, he needed to know that Jaenelle was safe.

Maybe you should go home and rest," Simon told Meg. Maybe he could go home with her and they could cuddle for a while or play a game. Or she could watch a movie and pet him. "Merri Lee is helping me make some sample packages of cookies," Meg said, sounding like the only game she wanted to play right now was whack a Wolf.

The last time I visited the Hall, Uncle Daemon said you weren't allowed to have broccoli, because it makes you fart," Daemonar said. Tagg whined and gave the grocer a pleading look. "I might risk Prince Yaslana's displeasure," the grocer said, "but I'm not going to do anything that could stink up Lady Marian's home.

We are here. We are different but we stand united to protect our home. We are different but we protect our families, whether they are families by blood or by heart.

Sam," Meg said sternly. "I have deliveries to make before we can play. You have to wait for me at home." He talked back, and she didn't need to speak Wolf to know he wanted to come with her and wasn't agreeing with anything she said about him staying home by himself.

I think we've come home.

I went home very happy, with a heart brimful of complacency for myself, and overflowing with love for Eliza.

I'm a strange new kind of inbetween thing aren't I not at home with the dead nor with the living

Isaiah go home and get some sleep, said God. Isaiah went home, slept, woke again. Isaiah felt a sensation below the neck, it was a silk and bitter sensation. Isaiah looked down. It was milk forcing the nipples open. Isaiah was more than whole. I am not with you am in you, said the muffled white voice of God.