Quotes About Home

I feel very strongly that this modern fear of the home becoming non-existent can be countered only if those of us who want to be sure our little spot is really a home take very practical measures to be sure that it is just that, and not a collection of furniture sitting in some sort of enclosure being protected from wind and storm.

The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made;Stronger by weakness, wiser, men becomeAs they draw near to their eternal home.Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view,That stand upon the threshold of the new.

Whoever heard of a woman having to enter her house past a row of guns! These weren't Indian days—pioneer scalping days.

My mother died when I was 18. Up until then, I never saw a tin can in my house. (Washington Post interview, 1990)

There was I, devouring books and yet allowing a man who had never read a book to walk me home for a bit of harmless fumbling on the front steps.

But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

But the roaring of the fire, And the warmth of fur, And the boiling of the kettle Were beautiful to her!

Few Come This Way Few come this way; not that the darkness Deters them, but they come Reluctant here who fear to find, Thickening the darkness, what they left behind Sucking its cheeks before the fire at home, The palsied Indecision from whose dancing head Precipitately they fled, only to come again Upon him here, Clutching at the wrist of Venture with a cold Hand, aiming to fall in with him, companion Of the new as of the old.

The country has charms only for those not obliged to stay there.

Heaven is home. Utopia is here. Nirvana is now.

The tragedy of modern war is that the young men die fighting each other - instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals.

The moral duty of the free writer is to begin his work at home: to be a critic of his own community, his own country, his own government, his own culture. The more freedom the writer possesses, the greater the moral obligation to play the role of critic.

But the love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyond reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth, the earth which bore us and sustains us, the only home we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need—if only we had the eyes to see. Original sin, the true original sin, is the blind destruction for the sake of greed of this natural paradise which lies all

but love of the wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyond reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth which bore us and sustains us, the only home we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need - if only we had eyes to see.

the love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyond reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth, the earth which bore us and sustains us, the only home we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need—if only we had the eyes to see.

But the love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyond reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth, the earth which bore us and sustains us, the only home we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need—if only we had the eyes to see. Original sin, the true original sin, is the blind destruction for the sake of greed of this natural paradise which lies all around us—if only we were worthy of it.

Well, hell, use a ball bat. And strike first, from behind. Don't give him a chance to take it away from you. You don't want a fight, you want revenge." He grinned a little. "When you just want a fight you can always go home to your wife.

The home to everyone is to him his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose.

Homecoming means coming home to what is in your heart.

Hospitality is making your guests feel at home, even if you wish they were.

A smile is the light in the window of your face that tells people you're at home.

Sweet home AlabamaWhere skies are so blueSweet home AlabamaLord, I'm coming home to you.

It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman in a wide house.

There's no place like home... except Grandma's.