Quotes About Home

Aunque esté sentada aquí en la Residencia Rose Terrace, mentalmente estoy dando cuenta de un plato de tomates verdes fritos en el café de Whistle Stop. Mrs. Virginia Threadgoode Junio de 1986

Men are necessary up to a point, but women are the natural leaders in society and in the home.

as they walked home, and she would

Lucy let herself into her parents' house, or, as she thought of it now, the other hateful house. She thought at that moment that the house was giving off vibes that the people who had lived in it were gone. Gone as in never coming back.

I realized that a new phase of exile was beginning, that from now on there would be other periods, all different, each with its own anxieties, all shattering and overwhelming, and that I would be changing too, passing from one crisis to the next until I reached the moment of truth, unique and definitive — the day on which I would either stop being an exile and return home, or unavoidably, with sadness and resignation, become an immigrant.

I see boats moving on the sea. Their sails, like wings of what I see, Bring me a vague inner desire to be Who I was without knowing what it was. So all recalls my home self, and, because It recalls that, what I am aches in me.

back home.. the tablecloth of civilization makes us forget the already painted pine it covers! ([50], Zenith trans.)

Quando eu morrer, filhinho, Seja eu a criança, o mais pequeno. Pega-me tu ao colo E leva-me para dentro da tua casa. Despe o meu ser cansado e humano E deita-me na tua cama. E conta-me histórias, caso eu acorde, Para eu tornar a adormecer. E dá-me sonhos teus para eu brincar Até que nasça qualquer dia Que tu sabes qual é.   Esta

Like all men endowed with great mental mobility, I have an irrevocable, organic love of settledness. I abhor new ways of life and unfamiliar places. 122

Art is Cinderella, who stayed at home because that's how it had to be.

I was free from having to feel. It was in a certain sense home – the place, that is, where one doesn't feel.

A tua janela é alta, A tua casa branquinha. Nada lhe sobra ou lhe falta Senão morares sozinha.

the uncensorable power of the simplest form of private literature: the letter home.

It worries me I may tell you. I sit at home every night thinking about it and smoking endless cigarettes. If you call at my place any night after seven I will show you one of them. Quite circular. Like a hoop.

Listen here, Mr. Shiftlet, she said, sliding forward in her chair, you'd be getting a permanent house and a deep well and the most innocent girl in the world. You don't need no money. Lemme tell you something: there ain't any place in the world for a poor disabled friendless drifting man.

The misery he had was a longing for home; it had nothing to do with Jesus.

The misery he had was a longing for home; it had nothing to do with Jesus. When the army finally let him go, he was pleased to think that he was still uncorrupted. All he wanted was to get back to Eastrod, Tennessee. The black Bible and his mother's glasses were still in the bottom of his duffel bag. He didn't read any book now but he kept the Bible because it had come from home. He kept the glasses in case his vision should ever become dim.

His home was to him home, workshop, church, as personal as the shell of a turtle and as necessary.

It's always great to be home and play in front of family and friends, especially for a big game.

I played for England at cricket and football. Playing at Wembley in front of 60,000 people seemed better than playing at Cirencester in front of my family and friends.

I've always been a family man and count myself as one of those who are lucky to have the comfort of a family.

I see myself as a family man.

I am a family man at heart.

I'm a family man. I really enjoy being with my family.