Quotes About Home

I do hate to be unquiet at home.

Our fair morning is at hand, the day-star is near the rising, and we are not many miles from home; what matters the ill entertainment in the smoky inns of this miserable life? we are not to stay here, and we will be dearly welcome to Him whom we go to.

Is this the hill? is this the kirk?Is this mine own countree?

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,When fond recollection presents them to view!

Middle age is when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn't for you. Ogden Nash (1902–71), American poet I

One night I came home to find the landlady scrubbing blood off the front step. 'Been a murder,' she said, 'but it's all right. Wasn't one of ours.' There's a comfort. I wonder what Alice Diamond would have made of it.

You don't have to give birth to someone to have a family.

I can install toilets. I know all about the wax ring. I can tile floors. I'm learning how to do basic wiring.

Sometimes we need to go home to find the parts of ourselves we left behind before we can truly become whole.

I think, though, that another shame of war is that when it's over, a soldier don't get to leave it behind where he fought it. He's gotta carry it right back home with him, in his head, and in his heart.

A guy could starve to death when his brother don't come home.

When I came to the Food Network, I didn't want to do a cooking show. I told Kathleen Finch for nine months I didn't want to do a cooking show, I wanted to do a home-and-garden show.

When you think of home, you think about your mother. She was creative--she conceived you and gave you life. Like the maguey, woman is life-sustaining. As the plant renews and sustains life, woman procreates and maintains. The maguey is the symbol of home, of hogar .

All I want is a household of my own," Margaret said. "With my own people, who look to me first instead of last.

Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?

She couldn't think straight. There was her home, her job, her way of life but the deep tenderness of his kiss reawakened her heart, dispelling all clouds and hurts and fears. She belonged to Andrew now and for ever and the singing within her was so loud and joyous that it all but quelled the little unease that was left.

A] baseball field was the only place where he felt he was exactly where he was born to be.

My mom's part of the bed smells like cinnamon rolls. My dad's part smells like pinecones. Right in the middle it's all mixed up perfectly—

Las niñas decentes se van a la cama a las seis de la tarde para llegar temprano a su casa".

Brock, would be leaving their phones at home. Which sounded like a particularly torturous circle of hell.

There was something about Maria Graham that you could believe in – a slice of home. If not unique in her travelling, she was at least extraordinary.

We are home to each other now.

When she first moved to Brighton, the flat on the Lawns had felt luxurious and it had seemed as if she was settling down, sleeping in the same bed every night, the darkness uninterrupted by any hint of emergency. It had felt as if all her difficulties were over.

Pain Waves are the sea's white daughters, And raindrops the children of rain, But why for my shimmering body Have I a mother like Pain? Night is the mother of stars, And wind the mother of foam— The world is brimming with beauty, But I must stay at home.