Quotes About Home

his record player he put some very cool Brubeck and very torrid Rusty Warren and then, from the tenth which he'd purchased on the way home, poured himself a precise ounce

Gods of fire and ice, bless my new home, she whispered in Yamani. Keep my will burning as hot as the heart of the volcano, and as hard and implacable as a glacier.

She must bring her song to the stone heights, to the dwellers inside. They would take her in, their sister of the mountains. They would bring her home.

Mercurio," Saffiro snarled, "do not, I beg you, mock me." "Do not, I beg you, beg me not. I mock everyone. Mock, mock, mock. An unhappy trait. Either you must endure it, or you must go home.

Your childhood sun-corner is where you are when the call sounds.

She was twenty-three and single, still living on the streets in San Francisco, when Sylous first promised her true sight and a community that would follow her. They would find a place in the hills of Tennessee, hidden away for them alone. A terrible tribulation was coming to the world, he'd said, but he would protect them from that Fury if they followed him.

I don't mean what other people mean when they speak of a home, because I don't regard a home as a...well, as a place, a building...a house...of wood, bricks, stone. I think of a home as being a thing that two people have between them in which each can...well, nest.

We mustn't scream at each other, the walls in this house have ears...

Lots of words have been written about home being where your heart, your love, your dog, your parakeet, whatever, is. I get it—bricks and mortar don't make a home and all that jazz … For me, home is where you find the touchstones of your life … … And that's the thing about touchstones: Unlike a house, you can take them with you.

As we paint each other's nails Cinnamon Vixen, I consider telling her how bad things are at home. After she and Dan and Laura left for college, everything got worse. Mother's mood swings, Dad's violence, the name-calling at school.

I'm not. Certain. About lots of things. I just know where I belong.

Its front porch had a beautiful view of the water and invisible screening to keep the jellybugs and stinkmoths at bay. I wove mats for the floors and painted sincere, klutzy seascapes for the walls. Piece by piece I assembled chef-quality cooking equipment, learned how to use it, and achieved a state of domestic competence that would have astounded my long-suffering ex-wife, Joanna.

And . . . the place that Jesus taketh in our Soul he shall never remove it, without end, as to my sight: for in us is his homeliest home and his endless dwelling

I reined in my imagination because there was no point dreaming about what might have been. If things had been different, my life would not be the same today, and I could never want that. Not now, because I loved my life. I loved my husband and my children and the happy home that we shared.

My brother prefers to let other people put me on the straight and narrow." Evelyn felt a stab of pity for him suddenly, for he appeared without support of any kind, and she had heard some rumors about his home, Wentworth Castle, being a rather dark and dismal place. But then she reminded herself that he had brought all this on himself. He made his own decisions to misbehave. "Maybe you need to put yourself there," she told him flatly.

Vivian had hoped her father would be in bed by the time she arrived home, but she was never lucky where he was concerned. The wine shop was closed, of course, but the lights were still on in their two

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

do not tolerate them in our home system. We must protect

Dirty Harriet there is a loose cannon. She pulled a gun on my men." "They were unconscious." "What if they weren't? We'd have had a fire fight in the middle of the street on Christmas night." "Do you really want someone like that around your daughter?" "Considering she detected the threat against this home when your men couldn't, yes.

Here in my country I'll live and roam My spirit sings here - This is my home.

During the summer, when the students were gone, she looked at the members of the professoriat muddling slowly across the quad and imagined she was working at a nursing home.

Los cronopios, en cambio, esos seres desordenados y tibios, dejan los recuerdos sueltos por la casa, entre alegres gritos, y ellos andan por el medio y cuando pasa corriendo uno, lo acarician con suavidad y le dicen: 'No vayas a lastimarte', y también: 'Cuidado con los escalones'.

Ah, querida Andrée, qué difícil oponerse, aun aceptándolo con entera sumisión del propio ser, al orden minucioso que una mujer instaura en su liviana residencia.

En casa del Jacinto hay un sillón para morirse.