Quotes About Home

I love domestic life.

Whom God loves, his house is sweet to him.

I love wearing trackies to lounge around the house in and the strange thing is, it doesn't matter how many new ones I get I still tend to feel most comfortable in my old ones.

I think I'm pretty laid back. I like cooking, being at home, and going to concerts. And I love to shop!

I love nyc. It's the city of my birth and probably the most amazing city on the planet.

I love to clean. I love to cook.

I love linen in soothing colors for any room in the house.

A story about family, first loves, second chances, and the moments in life that leads you back home

Basically, I believe the world is a jungle, and if it's not a bit of a jungle in the home, a child cannot possibly be fit to enter the outside world.

In the sympathetic words of the New York Times: "All admit to being deeply frustrated at times by the lack of privacy, the physical burden, the routine of family life, the confinement of it. However, none would give up her home and family if she had the choice to make again.

Emily was lucky in many ways. She was lucky in the house she lived in, a house with three balconies, a cupola, banisters just right for sliding down, and the second bathtub in Yamhill County.

They wiped his paws on a good bath towel whenever he came in with wet feet, because they had not been married long enough to have an old bath towel

Now if he could only keep him quiet for fifteen minutes they would be home and Ribsy would be his for keeps.

Golly, Mom, I didn't do anything. I just brought my dog home on the bus like you said.

On Friday's, however, they walked home the long way round past the Rose City Drugstore, the Supermarket, the Ideal Barber Shop, and the Lucky Dog Pet Shop. At the pet store they stopped while Henry bought two pounds of horse meat from Mr. Pennycuff.

It should have been enough. He should have been content to stay home without venturing out into the world looking for speed and excitement. Outside in the hall Ralph heard

Quimbys' house where

I come from Des Moines. Somebody had to.

I sat on a toilet watching the water run thinking what an odd thing tourism is. You fly off to a strange land, eagerly abandoning all the comforts of home and then expend vast quantities of time and money in a largely futile effort to recapture the comforts you wouldn't have lost if you hadn't left home in the first place.

Other than in churches and a few wealthy homes, window glass was a rarity well into the 1600s. Eleanor Godfrey, in her history of glass-making, notes how in 1590 an alderman in Doncaster left his house to his wife but the windows to his son. The owners of Alnwick Castle from the same period always had their windows taken out and stored when they were away to minimize the risk of breakage.

It was always Christmas at my grandparents' house, or Thanksgiving, or the Fourth of July, or somebody's birthday. There was always happiness there.

Excited, I took the book home that night and opened it before dinner – an action that I expect prompted my

Can we "belong anywhere?" Should we try?

HAD TO GO to America for a while to give some talks. Going to America always does me good. It's where I'm from, after all. There's baseball on the TV, people are friendly and upbeat, they don't obsess about the weather except when there is weather worth obsessing about, you can have all the ice cubes you want. Above all, visiting America gives me perspective. Consider