Quotes About Home

Come to Elfland,' the troll said. The child thought for a while. Other children had gone, and the elves always sent a changeling in their place, so that nobody quite missed them and nobody really knew. She thought awhile of the wonder and wildness of Elfland, and then of her own home. 'N-no,' said the child. 'Why not?' said the troll. 'Mother made a jam roll this morning,' said the child. And she walked on gravely home.

be home for quite a while yet.

You needn't consult me about redecorating. I know no female can live two days in a house and leave anything as it was. I shall be much astonished if I can find my way about when I return.

Tyler caught her wrist. You can't walk home now. It's raining. Believe me, it won't bother me a bit. Now, Carlie, don't be obstinate. Tyler, I'm dangerously close to laying you low. She had to get away from him. Now. Violence? My, my, your cold is making you surly. She tugged, but he didn't release her. Tyler, what did you intend to do today, before you came here and decided to harass me? I was going to harass Brenda, but you'll do better.

In my mother's house there is still God. Act 1, Scene 1 ~ A Raisin in the Sun

And it was then that she first felt all the dark love and shame that came from the pure accident of home, the deep and arbitrary place that happened to be yours.

She smiled at him, with longing. 'Where do you live,' she asked, 'and how do I get there?

More and more he was becoming convinced that it was only through children that one could connect with anything anymore, that in this life it was only through children that one came home, became a home, that one was no longer a visitor.

There is nothing so good and lovely as when man and wife in their home dwell together in unity of mind and disposition.

It was now possible to wake up in the morning and be amazed and grateful to be yet alive and living in a solid house, and to go to bed at night full of relief at having lived a commonplace and uneventful day.

When a man picks up a gun he picks up responsibility. He has a dangerous weapon, and he'd better have coolness and discretion...He'd better have judgment. That other man who wears a gun also has a family, a home, he has hopes, dreams, ambitions. If you're human, you must think of that. Nobody in his right mind takes a human life lightly.

that was where he came from

It is doubtful that any author could be as at home in the world re-created in his novels as Louis Dearborn L'Amour. Not only could

No matter how miserable it may be, one's own home is a haven. To step through the door, drop into a familiar chair, and sleep in one's own bed is vastly comfortable. It is an escape from the world outside. It represents safety, security. Once inside the door, one can lay down the burdens of the world and relax. In a larger sense, our three-dimensional

home on furlough, his first since being assigned to Army Intelligence. She was a beautiful plane, resembling the Grumman "Widgeon" but built to certain unusual

Such hours are beautiful to live, but hard to describe, so I will leave it to the imagination of my readers, merely saying that the house was full of genuine happiness.

Every house needs a grandmother in it.

I'm not like the rest of you; I never made any plans about what I'd do when I grew up; I never thought of being married, as you did. I couldn't seem to imagine myself anything but stupid little Beth, trotting about at home, of no use anywhere but there. I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is leaving you all. I'm not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven.

Some stories are so familiar its like going home.

I was never like the rest of you, making plans about the great things I'd do, I never saw myself as anything much, just shy, stupid little Beth, who's only use was at home. Why does everyone want to go away? I love being home, but I don't like being left behind. Now I'm the one going ahead, No one can stop God if He wants me, But I'm afraid I shall be homesick for you... even in heaven.

unlocking the treasuries of real home love and mutual helpfulness, which the poorest may possess, and the richest cannot buy.

They always looked back before turning the corner, for their mother was always at the window to nod and smile, and wave her hand to them. Somehow it seemed as if they couldn't have got through the day without that, for whatever their mood might be, the last glimpse of that motherly face was sure to affect them like sunshine.

If she really had any doubt, the look in Dr. Alec's face banished it without a word, as he opened wide his arms and she ran into them, feeling that home was here.

a woman's happiest kingdom is home, her highest honor the art of ruling it not as a queen, but as a wise wife and mother.