Quotes About Home

Our house was a castle, turreted and open to the sky.

I am home, she thought, and stopped in wonder at the thought. I am home, I am home, she thought; now to climb.

Our house is old, and noisy, and full. when we moved into it we had two children and about five thousand books; I expect that when we finally overflow and move out again we will have perhaps twenty children and easily half a million books; we also own assorted beds and tables and chairs and rocking horses and lamps and doll dresses and ship models and paint brushes and literally thousands of socks.

Sister's gone to school, I said to Sally. Ah, said Sally. And will she come home again?

In this village the men stayed young and did the gossiping and the women aged with grey evil weariness and stood silently waiting for the men to get up and come home.

I remember coming home from school with friends who were startled at the percussive sound of my parents' typewriters both going at once, pounding away in different rooms.

I am home, I am home, she thought; now to climb.

Blackwoods had always lived in our house, and kept their things in order; as soon as a new Blackwood wife moved in, a place was found for her belongings, and so our house was built up with layers of Blackwood property weighting it, and keeping it steady against the world.

People have to live and die somewhere, after all

When Jannie came home from school that afternoon she said that her teacher had put it into the class news that Jannie's mommy and daddy were going to get a new house and Jannie would walk to school instead of taking the bus.

I am living on the moon, I told myself, I have little house all by myself on the moon.

felt steamy and sticky and chilled through, and home seemed so far away that perhaps it did not exist at all.

All the millions of things we possessed as a family were inside the house, but, inexorably, there came one shocking moment when we discovered that the house was full.

Ask your mommy can we have two chairs out here, Billy said. Then we can pretend the whole garden is our house.

The house. It watches every move you make.

By the time I got home, the hat had flopped over my ears. It was a bit too big, I felt. "It's no tragedy. So long as it isn't too tight," said Mama, pulling the hat over my nose. "Just don't keep taking it off and putting it on. Don't touch it. Wear it well.

A home's no good without a master and without a father.

The first thing he does when he comes home from the study room in the synagogue, is pick up a book. He reads it and sighs quietly. That means he's hungry.

Stay at home," says my mother, "and you won't wear out your boots!

As my mother, God bless her, would say, "Bring the bread and I'll find the cutting knife …

You know what, Mendl? Listen to your wife, tell Odessa where it can go, and come home to Kasrilevke.

If I thought it felt good to come home to the place I loved and find that it waited for me, it was nothing compared to the feeling of returning to a God who loved me and who waited for me. That was home, true home.

Analogies, it is true, decide nothing, but they can make one feel more at home.

never really become a part of life, not in the way most people do. They may have serious relationships, they may have friends, even a sizable circle, they may spend large portions of their time in the company of others. But they never marry and they never have children. On holidays, they join some family or other group. This goes on year after year, until they finally find it in themselves to admit that they'd really rather just stay home.