Quotes About Home

Others just liked having their useless shit around in the place where they spent most of their time.

Home almost, at least where words cut your lip & I spoke you together & then back apart.

The Kelseys' home is done up in shades of beige and beiger. There are just a few pictures scattered around: of just her and Dave, a burly guy, balding, and a gap-tooth smile.

In natural life, as long as he finds food, a lion does not wander over great distances, and certainly Elsa had seen more of the world than she would have done living with a pride. Yet she knew her home, and whenever we returned from safari she would go straight back to her habits and usual routine.

If you call a gypsy a vagabond, I think you do him wrong, For he never goes a-travelling but he takes his home along. And the only reason a road is good, as every wanderer knows, Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which it goes.

But she went and fetched some marigolds from her own little garden, and put them in a vase on the chest of drawers, for she knew there was lots of room for love, even if there was not much for great-aunties.

Wherever it is you make your home, there is always this other place, this other person, calling to you. Come to me. Come back.

Bat Wraps Up" Belly full, he drops down from the echoing room of night. One last swift swoop, one bug plucked from the air with cupped tail, scooped neatly to mouth. As dark grows thin and body heavy, he tumbles to tree and grasps bark, folds that swirl of cape tipped with tiny claws and snags the spot that smells like home, Then ...upside flip, lock on grip... stretch, hang, relax, yawn... dawn.

The Kingdom of Summer In my mother's cellar there were realms of golden apple, rooms of purple beet, hallways of green bean leading to windows of strawberry and grape. In her cellar there were cider seas and pumpkin shores, mountains of tomatoes— pickle trees. When I walked down the steps and pulled on the light, I saw where she kept the Kingdom of Summer.

That's how he saw the contradictory and even unbearable situation of being enclosed in a language that didn't think like he did but like his father: that's where those desires to rebel against his own home came from.

There you'll find the place I love most in the world. The place where I grew thin from dreaming. My village, rising from the plain. Shaded with trees and leaves like a piggy bank filled with memories. You'll see why a person would want to live there forever. Dawn, morning, mid-day, night: all the same, except for the changes in the air. The air changes the color of things there. And life whirs by as quiet as a murmur...the pure murmuring of life.

We can all agree that no American should lose their life savings or their home because of illness or injury and that the rising cost of health care severely burdens individuals, families and businesses.

Misery is home ground, and she has only ever made excursions into the far country of happiness.

Wat ik denk te begrijpen, zeg het maar als ik me vergis, is het je thuis voelen in Berlijn. Daar is de geschiedenis minder weg dan in Nederland, tenminste, zo onderga ik het. Je ergens thuisvoelen is niet per se positief.

We'll come back," said Papa. "I know," said Anna... "But it won't be the same - we won't belong. Do you think we'll ever really belong anywhere?" "I suppose not," said Papa. "Not the way people belong who have lived in one place all their lives. But we'll belong a little in lots of places, and I think that may be just as good.

Do you think we'll ever really belong anywhere?" "I suppose not," said Papa. "Not the way people belong who have lived in one place all their lives. But we'll belong a little in lots of places, and I think that may be just as good.

I don't really mind where we are,' she said – 'as long as we're all together.

A cat improves the garden wall in sunshine, and the hearth in foul weather.

Um modo de não sentir falta, está claro, consiste em ficar em casa, não sair, embora nem sempre precise admitir que não sai. Pois, embora alguns jovens se agarrem abertamente à família, há aqueles que, com uma grande demonstração de independência, descobrem um modo de jamais sair de casa.

So here I was. I would live with Joe and Mom. I had no place else to go. Joe would carve the roast on Sundays. He would put up the Christmas tree.

Architecture domesticates limitless space and enables us to inhabit it [...]

I had to laugh. I'd set out on this journey home planning to push Billy past the point of endurance, playing on his misplaced feelings of ownership towards me, and five hundred yards from his door I had succeeded.

Satisfaction isn't always happiness by a long sight. Then again, it isn't sorrow either. But the rocks and the spruces and the fogs of your own land are things that nourish you. You can always have them. No matter what else you find, or what else you lose.

If you feel rooted in your home and family, if you're active in your community, there's nothing more empowering. The best way to make a difference in the world is to start by making a difference in your own life.