Quotes About Home

Dónde podrás quedarte? ¿dónde sosiego hallarás? en todo puerto extranjero en ningún sitio un hogar.

Sadece yukar? ve yukar? bakt?m; orada ???k vard?, orada ev vard?, orada sen vard?n, oras? benim dünyamd?.

Bir gün çocuksu bir gururla —belki de hâlâ o gururla hareket ediyorumdur— evinin önüne gelmedim; fakat inat ve isyanla dolu o boÅŸ akÅŸam ne korkunçtu. Ertesi akÅŸam tekrar evinin önünde gururu k?r?lm?? bir ÅŸekilde duruyor, bütün kaderim boyunca bana kapal? olan yaÅŸam?n?n önünde yapt???m gibi bekliyor, bekliyordum.

Come home, come home, you million ghosts, The honest years shall make amends, The sun and moon shall be your hosts, The everlasting hills your friends.

what with the Rastows having a house—all at once my father was agitating for a house of our own. He put it to my mother. "We ain't poor, so why should we live like we are?" My mother sent up a wail. "Leave Miss Brookie?" One thing my mother kept hold of: There was to be

I bet you to believe me when I say again that we do not need a great house, Sarah. We only need a great love.

The truth is you never can leave home. You take it with you everywhere you go. It's under your skin. It moves the tongue or slows it, colors the thinking, impedes upon the logic.

Man, life was complicated. But the truth was simple. He was her home. He was where she belonged.

We have but one permanent home: heaven - that's still the old truth that we always have to re-learn - and it's only through the impact of sad experiences that we assimilate it.

...I've returned and I look around me and think, I've missed my life. While I was off and alone, it went on here, without me, and I'm forever doomed to be a stranger in my own home.

The journey is about coming home....There is always the return. And the wound will take you there. It is a blood-trail." (p. 220, 222)

I have nothing against kids—as long as they go home with their parents at the end of the day.

It's nice having a bear about the house.

Michael Bond

If we can't love our one and only home, what can we love? If we're unwilling to defend what we love, then what are we?

A]dventures befall the unadventuresome as readily, if not as frequently, as the bold. Adventures are a logical and reliable result -- and have been since at least the time of Odysseus -- of the fatal act of leaving one's home, or trying to return to it again. All adventure happens in that damned and magical space, wherever it may be found or chanced upon, which least resembles one's home.

I do my writing in the morning, now, if the boy will let me, and in the afternoon when I'm not teaching, and sometimes in the evening when I get home from the Alibi Tavern.

Joe had run away, escaped without a trace, and come here to hide. But now he was ready to come home. The problem was that he didn't know how to do it.

But there is no Messiah of Sitka. Landsman has no home, no future, no fate but Bina. The land that he and she were promised was bounded only by the fringes of their wedding canopy, by the dog-eared corners of their cards of membership in an international fraternity whose members carry their patrimony in a tote bag, their world on the tip of the tongue.

The new porch felt sound and solid under the weight of him. Like the rest of the house, it was not and would never be his property, but in those years his ambition was not to own a piece of the world. Just to keep that piece from falling down or burning up around him would suffice.

It's the kind of house you'd like to wake up in on Christmas morning.

She nods, not meeting his gaze, and steps out into the evening. It is raining, of course. The umbrella now does what its owner has never been able to manage, and Miss Dark goes home.

all I want to do is get home and never see any of you authors ever again

When she found herself alone in the house, she had a record of Highland reels and marches that she played very loud, because for unknown reasons the sound of bagpipes kept the creature at bay.