Quotes About Home

In destitution, even of feeling or purpose, a human being is more hauntingly human and vulnerable to kindnesses because there is the sense that things should be otherwise, and then the thought of what is wanting and what alleviation would be, and how the soul could be put at ease, restored. At home. But the soul finds its own home if it ever has a home at all.

It was another cabin with a stoop, and a dooryard beaten bare.

home, a son. Well, I was a fine, vigorous old man

it's hard to find time to think about Kansas.

me! I'll just say—what am I going to say? The house will smell like

Having witnessed in his own life much agony and the horrors of war, Kepler concluded that Earth really created two notes, mi for misery (miseria in Latin) and fa for famine (fames in Latin). In Kepler's words: the Earth sings MI FA MI, so that even from the syllable you may guess that in this home of ours Misery and Famine hold sway.

I was very young and lived with my grandparents in a villa with white walls in the Calle Ocharan, in Miraflores.

Soñaba toda la semana con la salida, pero apenas entraba a su casa se sentía irritado: la abrumadora obsequiosidad de su madre era tan mortificante como el encierro.

Los trapos sucios se lavan en casa.

may ask me anything." "How long would it take to get a closed stove installed

A wife sets the ambience of a man's life.

Certainly, they'd had to endure the war, but they had each other close by. They had never known the confusion of being a third-worlder, they had always a home!

At Christmas, all roads lead home.

Anyone who uses Windows on their home computer is familiar with routine security updates, which Microsoft issues on the second Tuesday of each month. In the Tribe it has become known as "Patch Tuesday.

A better time. A simpler time,' said the Doctor. 'That's what we all yearn for. The pain of wanting to belong somewhere. To go home.

Family, that slippery word, a star to every wandering bark, and everyone sailing under a different sky.

And I think that there are so many things just in one house that it would take years to think about all of them properly.

he smelled of something I do not know the name of which Father often smells of when he comes home from work.

And maybe Bob-with-the-Hawaiian-shirt was right. Maybe it was cool being on a planet on the far side of the known galaxy. And maybe it was even cooler escaping and getting home again. But the coolest thing of all was having my best friend back.

When soldiers go home, their first desire, whether they know it or not, is to have children, children being the only antidote for war.

He had known in times of the greatest misery or danger that his dreams of home, in which all things seemed beautiful, were in essence his longing for the woman for whom he had been made. That was how, as a soldier, he had seen it, and it was how he had come through.

And where is home? Is it where we begin or where we end up? Is it where we long to be or where life puts us to make good use of our gifts?

The mountains—Tinker and Brushy, McAfee's Knob and Dead Man—are a passive mystery, the oldest of all. Theirs is the one simple mystery of creation from nothing, of matter itself, anything at all, the given. Mountains are giant, restful, absorbent. You can heave your spirit into a mountain and the mountain will keep it, folded, and not throw it back as some creeks will. The creeks are the world with all its stimulus and beauty; I live there. But the mountains are home.

There was real beauty to the old idea of living and dying where you were born.