Quotes About Home

Walking through the house at night is wonderful to me; a symphony of breath, each person a separate instrument as they collectively breathe in time to the metronome of life itself.

Merry; however, factually, Covid Christmas, enjoy inside the home, with selected family.

Treading along in this dreamlike, illusory realm, Without looking for the traces I may have left; A cuckoo's song beckons me to return home; Hearing this, I tilt my head to see Who has told me to turn back; But do not ask me where I am going, As I travel in this limitless world, Where every step I take is my home.

To him, any place could serve as home—more than that: wherever he happened to be was the universe.

How wonderful it is to have a place to return to.

So many things were on her mind that even though she was home, she felt like she was just stopping by and couldn't quite relax. She had only lived in Koriko for a year—this longing to return was strange and unexpected, even for her.

Max had never been pure and shining, enthroned on an altar in her heart, an icon. No, he was something that was lived in. Like a house full of nicks and jumble and worn chair arms, and more wonderful than any immaculate palace.

Nobody's home. Don't answer the door during working hours unless you're waiting for a special delivery. Use a peephole if you need to know.

I didn't ask for this role, but I'll play it. Now go do your best. Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid. Goethe said that. It's not too late for you to become a person of substance, Russell. Please get my son home safely. You know, I'm glad we spoke.

A study of highly sensitive parents found that they were more affected by the level of chaos in their homes than those lacking their degree of sensitivity. Interestingly, the ratings of observers who came to each home agreed with the sensitive parents, while the less sensitive parents were apparently not experiencing the chaos as much. Maybe they were fortunate, but they were also not as able to see objectively the nature of their environment.

He called him (it was always a man) a flâneur. "The crowd is his habitat, as air is for the bird or water for the fish," he wrote. "His passion and his profession is to wed the crowd. . . . To be away from home, but to feel oneself everywhere at home.

I have six locks on my door all in a row. When I go out, I lock every other one. I figure no matter how long somebody stands there picking the locks, they are always locking three.

My mother used to say, "You can eat off my floor." You can eat off my floor, too. There are thousands of things there.

Mama could peel apples!

We obtain our education at home, at school, and, most important, from life itself.

We obtain our education at home, at school, and, most important, from life itself. The learning process must go on as long as we live.

The waste of intelligence. A community that finds it natural to suffocate with the care of home and children so many women's intellectual energies is its own enemy and doesn't realize it." I

The waste of intelligence. A community that finds it natural to suffocate with the care of home and children so many women's intellectual energies is its own enemy and doesn't realize it.

A community that finds it natural to suffocate with the care of home and children so many women's intellectual energies is its own enemy and doesn't realize it." I

When I returned home that night with the children, I felt the close, comfortable warmth of the apartment for the first time since the abandonment

It's relaxing, I thought, I was wrong not to come sooner. I had a friend of my age with her own house, full of opulent, orderly things. That

What's the crime?" "The waste of intelligence. A community that finds it natural to suffocate with the care of home and children so many women's intellectual energies is its own enemy and doesn't realize it.

A community that finds it natural to suffocate with the care of home and children so many women's intellectual energies is its own enemy and doesn't realize it.

If you don't, you're guilty not only on a human level but also on a political one." "What's the crime?" "The waste of intelligence. A community that finds it natural to suffocate with the care of home and children so many women's intellectual energies is its own enemy and doesn't realize it." I waited in silence