Quotes About Home

While no other success of ours can compensate for our failures within or outside our homes, there is a success that can compensate when we cannot, after we conscientiously do all we can. That success is the Atonement of Jesus Christ, which can mend what for us is beyond repair.

I pictured a low timber house with a shingled roof, caulked against storms, with blazing log fires inside and the walls lined with all the best books, somewhere to live when the rest of the world blew up.

If this were so; if the desert were 'home'; if our instincts were forged in the desert; to survive the rigours of the desert - then it is easier to understand why greener pastures pall on us; why possessions exhaust us, and why Pascal's imaginary man found his comfortable lodgings a prison.

Luster, bring me home.

Hearts grow hard and weary. Pain spreads, and joy diminishes. Those who hated you hate you still, but those who loved you, or would have loved you, or wanted to love you but never had the chance, are being scraped hollow by a loss they don't understand. Come home. Please come home. We are withering without you.

My heart seeks the hearth, My feet seek the road. A soul so divided Is a terrible load. My heart longs to rest, My feet yearn to roam. Shall I wander the world Or stay safe at home?

Yes, I believe every environment has a tone. If you were to walk into any home as a stranger, not speaking the language, you could absolutely feel whether this is a place where people are loved.

I finally connected the dots as to why I was afraid to be home alone at night. The attack on my grandmother, while we were asleep and at our most vulnerable, had been traumatizing.

I see that a key to healing from trauma is finding your "church home"—your people, your community. This can help build resilience, post-traumatic healing, and ultimately post-traumatic wisdom. It can help you become wise. Dr. Perry: It is impossible to be truly wise without some real-life hardship.

My grandmother Hattie Mae's home was a place where children were seen and not heard.

The cave-man who first piled stones together into a rude hut did it to provide a shelter for his most precious possession, the sacred fire. There is a sacred fire that burns in every real home; an altar to restfulness and forbearance and love. The man who can claim that altar, whether the shelter built about it be a mansion or only a single room, he it is who owns his own home.

One of the things that happens in the world is that people try to avoid conflict. Whereas in the home, you can't. You'll end up getting divorced or becoming estranged from your kids. Keep in mind, the hardest part of any negotiation is agreeing to start it. Once you've gotten past that emotional barrier, the solutions usually present themselves.

The media bring our wars home, but only rarely have they been able to do it in complete freedom.

Companies have no voices. They are a collection of contracts, processes, and financial transactions. They don't go home at night and confront a pile of dirty laundry. They lack kids who couldn't care less about their job title, and just want to hear a bedtime story twenty-four more times.

Seasons have built our lives hour by hour in the twilight of long, darkening commutes, and we arrive home too tired to speak of love and this we say only with a goodnight kiss.

Children bring with them grace, patience, transcendence, second chances, rebirth and a reawakening of the love that's in your heart and present in your home. They are God giving you another shot. My

Children bring with them grace, patience, transcendence, second chances, rebirth and a reawakening of the love that's in your heart and present in your home. They are God giving you another shot.

when I turned around, I saw home. These were people who understood me and knew who I was.

From my perch on the couch atop the truck I watched our wheels cross the town line, turn left on Highway 33, pick up some speed and head for the ocean breezes and new freedoms of the Shore. With the warm night whistling by me, I felt wonderfully and perilously adrift, giddy with excitement. This town, my town, would never leave me, and I could never completely leave it, but I would never live in Freehold again.

I can feel the love I'm a part of surrounding me and flowing through me; I'm near home and I'm standing hand in hand with those I love, past and present, in the sun, on the outskirts of something that feels almost like... being free.

But then is no one at home any longer?" No, as a matter of fact. Neither state sovereignty nor inviolable borders can take the place of politics any longer.

The world is full of pleasant things, but the pleasantest of all is a warm hearth and a comfortable home.

Home is where you wear your hat.

A family is a place where minds come in contact with one another. If these minds love one another the home will be as beautiful as a flower garden. But if these minds get out of harmony with one another it is like a storm that plays havoc with the garden.