Quotes About Home

Home is you, Georgie," her father said. "You take it wherever you go.

No, a home is not where your heart is, it's where your effort is. It's where you cook and eat and sleep and take pains to decorate. It's where your memories are made and kept. It's the photos on the mantel, the artwork on the walls, the blankets that you snuggle under, the trees and flowers that you plant and care for.

her home; it just happened to be where she lived. This was the House that Jack Built, she thought, hearing the singsong rhythm of the old children's story in her head. And this was the wife who lived in the house that Jack built. And there was the mistress that screwed the husband that ignored the wife who lived in the house that Jack built....

Isabel felt soft and yielding; her blouse felt soft. Everything about her seemed soft, and she smelled of dried flowers, rosemary, fresh baked bread. This whole kitchen seemed alive with a peculiar energy; in the old fixtures and furniture, Tess sensed a place where cooking and eating had happened for decades, where people gathered to sample life's sweetest pleasures.

This job made it possible for you to stay home all day and draw pictures.

She made them honey butter fried chicken and buttermilk biscuits the way her mother had taught her, with White Lily flour and the butter shredded on a box grater. She served charred eggplant with cilantro pesto, polenta pasticciata, grilled corn, and fried dill pickles.

You see, I believe some people are born in the place they belong. Others have to go looking for it.

You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place. —Miriam Adeney

A big family is not so different from a busy restaurant. It's all about the dishes and laundry.

Raphael looked around at the sombre grey Waters lapping the Walls and the dripping Statues. She didn't say anything. 'It's usually a lot drier than this,' I said quickly in case she was thinking that my Home was inhospitable and damp.

It is difficult for me to imagine what "personal liberty" is enjoyed by an unemployed person, who goes about hungry, and cannot find employment. Real liberty can exist only where exploitation has been abolished, where there is no oppression of some by others, where there is no unemployment and poverty, where a man is not haunted by the fear of being tomorrow deprived of work, of home and of bread. Only in such a society is real, and not paper, personal and every other liberty possible.

A bird may love a fish but where would they build a home together?

The three most overrated things in the world are: home cooking, home pussy and the FBI.

When he returned to the

bread pudding that Rosie had

living to make, and he wanted to make it here in these parts, where

These are children talking in their own homes about anything and everything. Why is Amazon keeping these voice recordings?

I play basketball probably four to five days a week when I'm back home.

I liked you the first time I saw you. You were sitting on the floor surrounded by books, and you looked up when I opened the door and smiled right at me. It felt like you had been waiting for me, like you were welcoming me home.

Do you still do the clubs?" Jake shakes his head. "You do the clubs because you can't find what you need at home. I've got everything I need. I've got the answer to needs I didn't even know I had.

Darling, you have to come home,' she started in as soon as I answered. 'You cannot possibly want to stay in that... that tomb with bodies falling out of the wall!' 'I don't know why not,' I replied. 'It's everything a ghoul could ask for.'

The only thing I'm sure of is wherever you are is where I belong.

He was so beautiful. He wasn't mine. I should run to the mountains now, and hide. I should run right into his arms and demand that he close them around me. I should run home to my mother and cry into her lap.

At least in America, you lose your house, you can get it back from the bank. In Israel, you lose it to the rockets.