Quotes About Home

Put the kettle on. Look out the kitchen window. Love that remains.

He doesn't yearn for a better, different life than the one he has - because he knows he's got a home in this one.

Todas las noches, durante un par de segundos, y a lo largo de algunos metros, dejaba mi vida en suspenso. Porque según cuál fuera la siguiente canción que sonara en la radio, decidía dar un volantazo en el momento apropiado y seguir disparado hacia casa, a toda velocidad, o enderezar al hijo de puta y precipitarme hacia el barranco y el océano.

Bedways is rightways now, so best we go homeways.

It's always good to remember where you come from and celebrate it. To remember where you come from is part of where you're going

Treasure a handful of dirt from your home,      But love not ten thousand taels of foreign gold.

So here's the kicker: with the state taxes we're saving every year, we are literally paying off our entire new home in six years! Did you catch that? We're paying for our entire home out of the tax savings we now get as residents of the Sunshine State instead of the Golden State. Kind of makes you think we should have done it sooner, huh? Better late than never.

Home to your own people. How nice! I have no people to go to. I have one sister, who lives with her husband at Riga. She is my only relation, and I never see her.

But to go back in such circumstances is a terrible disaster. It amounts to complete defeat; and is tantamount to a confession that you must go home, because you are unable to ride to hounds. A man, when he is compelled to do this, is almost driven to resolve at the spur of the moment that he will give up hunting for the rest of his life.

More than once had she expressed a wish to see old Christmas again in the old house among the old faces. But her husband had always pleaded a certain weakness about his throat and chest as a reason for remaining among the delights of Pau.

The bishop did it, and a very pleasant day indeed he spent at Ullathorne. And when he got home, he had a glass of hot negus in his wife's sitting-room, and read the last number of the Little Dorrit of the day with great inward satisfaction.

He had my-Lorded his young friend at first, and now brought out the name with a hesitating twang, which the young nobleman appreciated. But then the young nobleman was quite aware that the Major was a friend for club purposes, and sporting purposes, and not for home use.

Self-deception is like this. It blinds us to the true causes of problems, and once we're blind, all the "solutions" we can think of will actually make matters worse. Whether at work or at home, self-deception obscures the truth about ourselves, corrupts our view of others and our circumstances, and inhibits our ability to make

Finally there was a place—for everything! Lucy's garage-sale golf clubs. The quilt with yellow stars from my stepmother. Books that we'd read, that we hadn't yet read, that we'd never read, all on shelves. The things that for years had remained in our parents' homes while we went about our young adulthoods inhabiting small spaces in big cities we brought to that house, and they comforted us. We were home.

I learned that you can make your family feel a wonderful sense of protected indulgence by cooking them something with jolly care.

My country's where my comfort's best secured.

One's country is wherever one does well. Où l'on est bien, là est la patrie.

Over the next eight years, almost without noticing, I arrived at a quiet revelation. You could make a home by yourself. You could fill that home with friends and friendly strangers without someone sleeping next to you. You could tend your garden and cook your meals and find predictable pleasure in your own autonomy.

She lifted the book to her nose and inhaled the scent lingering in its cardboard bones: a hint of rosewater and Lysol that instantly genie-summoned the Blue Moon Lodge. It was Winnemucca condensed, this book, the only thing she owned that could still predictably take her from here to there.

I've just had an amusing flashback. All these creatures going in the same direction—they look like the commuters who used to surge back and forth twice a day between home and office, before electronics made it unnecessary.

There's no place like home, especially if it's Serenity, South Carolina.

Beyond the doors, the street and the gates were empty. The Hill Folk had vanished as mysteriously as they had come. A shuddering sigh of relief, not my own, brought my attention home and heartward. I shut my eyes, smiling, and clung with all my strength to Vidanric as kisses rained on my hair, my eyes, and finally--lingeringly--on my lips. The duel was over, and we had won.

Suddenly I felt an overwhelming desire to be home. I wanted badly to clean out our castle, and replant Mama's garden, and walk in the sunny glades, and think, and read, and learn. I no longer wanted to face the world in ignorance, wearing castoff clothing and old horse blankets.

Oh Constance, we are so happy.