Quotes About Home

There have been few things in my life which have had a more genial effect on my mind than the possession of a piece of land

There weren't any curtains in the windows, and the books that didn't fit into the bookshelf lay piled on the floor like a bunch of intellectual refugees.

People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.

I'm going to take you out of here ... I'm going to take you home, to the world where you belong, where cats with bent tails live, and there are little backyards, and alarm clocks ring in the morning.

it occurred to me what a simple thing reality is, how easy it is to make it work. It's just reality. Just housework. Just a home. Like running a simple machine. Once you learn to run it, it's just a matter of repetition. You push this button and pull that lever. You adjust a gauge, put on the lid, set the timer. The same thing, over and over.

The library was like a second home. Or maybe more like a real home, more than the place I lived in. By going every day I got to know all the lady librarians who worked there. They knew my name and always said hi. I was painfully shy, though, and could barely reply.

It might not be perfect, but the fundamental stance I adopted with regard to my home was to accept it, problems and all, because it was something I myself had chosen. If it had problems, these were almost certainly problems that had originated within me.

I wrote letters in the classroom, I wrote letters at my desk at home with Seagull in my lap, I wrote letters at empty tables during my breaks at the Italian restaurant. It was as if I were writing letters to hold together the pieces of my crumbling life.

It was an Indian summer afternoon in Indiana, a rare gift. We walked home slowly. I thought Mom might be wrong about me having all I needed, but just at that moment, I had no need to complain.

Dana's house could have been cut from a magazine, the kind of home that tells a story, even though no one lives in it.

One is either perfectly present and entirely innocent of one's own contentment (which is remarkably like not being content) or one is aware, and thus distanced, and no longer at home or happy. Am I wrong?

there is simply nothing more comforting than the smell of one's own bed.

Some people look for a beautiful place, others make a place beautiful.

The home is the most ritualized place in a society; each house is like a religious order with its own ceremonies.

The saying is that in the house where rosemary thrives, the women of that house are its strength.

Am going to cook shepherd's pie for them all - British home cooking.

I love Magda and Jeremy. Sometimes | stay at their house, admiring the crisp sheets and many storage jars full of different kinds of pasta, imagining that they are my parents.

The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

Cut off as I am, it is inevitable that I should sometimes feel like a shadow walking in a shadowy world. When this happens I ask to be taken to New York City. Always I return home weary but I have the comforting certainty that mankind is real flesh and I myself am not a dream.

I work day-to-day on C# and .Net and work at home two days a week so I can do deep thinking, writing and reflecting.

Our house has a library - it seemed better use of the space than as a dining room! - and I try to spend as much time in there as possible. There's nothing better while reading or writing than to be surrounded by books.

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

If I manage to write something that I consider good and valuable in a particular place, that spot automatically has a special aura for me. In Albania, there are two cities where I have written the majority of my work: Gjirokaster, my home city, and Tirana.

If it is written in my destiny that I will go back to Pakistan, then I will. I won't be scared of going back.