Quotes About Home

How could you make a home in a place that had come to you for all the wrong reasons?

my dad seems to think that's not the greatest reference. But in my experience there's not much that can't be fixed by a decent cup of tea…

small children and a gray-looking husband (they left the

while their union could not be described as the perfect meeting of minds, neither enjoyed conflict within the home, and each held for the other such a healthy respect that they rarely allowed themselves an openly cross exchange, and knew each other's responses well enough after the best part of thirty years to usually avoid it.

So I did what every girl does when she's far from home and a little sad. I ate half a packet of chocolate Digestives and called my mother.

There are 158 footsteps between the bus stop and home but it can stretch to 180 if you aren't in a hurry, like maybe if you're wearing platform shoes.

we who traveled far from home would always have our hearts in two places.

The only light came from the windows of those houses she passed that had open curtains, revealing little tableaux of family life: the young couple prostrate on a sofa in front of the television, their small child playing on the floor; the solitary old lady reading the paper; the table set for tea, while an unwatched television cast an aurora borealis of moving shadows in the corner.

Sense of place refers to the emotional, experiential, and affective traces that tie humans into particular environments.

It doesn't matter how much success you have in your career; if you fail at home you are a failure.

Some of the reasons for this change were obvious: Devon understood that he now had a leader, someone he had to obey. He knew his place in the pack. This seemed to calm him, soothe his anxiety. I think he understood my promise, which I could now make freely and could truly mean: now he could feel my love, relief, and appreciation. Whatever happened, this dog had a home with me.

mano namai yra visas pasaulis, visa naktis yra mano guolis.

Daug keliauju. Tai žmon?s man?s vis klausia, iš kur aš. Tai sakau: aš gimiau ir išaugau Lietuvoj. Gyvenu Niujorke. O mano kraštas dabar yra kult?ra. Tai jie ži?ri ? mane, mirksi: a, juokdarys. Bet aš kalbu labai rimtai. Dabar aš ?domaujuos tiktai kult?ra. O kult?ra yra visur ir niekur.

seni namai išsilaiko ilgiau negu nauji.

Ah, you realists! I am not ashamed of my romanticism. Ah, you, abstractionists: I will confess to you my passion for objects, earth, nature. Should I pretend I am a stone when emotions, memories surge and overflow me, and I am dreaming of home, and melting snow?

i'm a displaced person on my way home, in search for my home, retracing bits of past, looking for some recognisable traces of my past.

You love the Pope, don't you, Paddy?" Tom is staring at me. "Why, I do not know," I say, surprised into honesty. "I hardly know about him. Only he did not send help to us when we were hungry at home. Perhaps he did not know.

Sometime between four o'clock and dawn, Bernstein returned home with a hangover. At nine in the morning, he was awakened by a phone call from the Philharmonic's associate manager who told him, "Well, this is it. You have to conduct at three o'clock. No chance of a rehearsal. You will report at a quarter of three backstage.

When you live on the road, going home is a place to escape and just be with your family to unwind.

Remember preconceptions? Even though I'd landed hoping simply to somehow scrape the transatlantic fare home, I'd been an arrogant swine, imbued with that Old World toffee-nosed attitude: The United States of America's got no culture, not deep down.

except sociopaths trying to sell me term insurance, home security, and lawn care.

Home was where the heart was and Grace's heart was a hunk of muscle that worked just fine on its own.

But you know that some of the nastiest stuff gets cooked up on the family stove.

Don't rupture another's illusion unless you're positive the alternative you offer is more worthwhile than that from which you're wrenching them. Interrogate your solipsism: Does it offer any better a home than the delusions you're reaching to shatter?