Quotes About Home

May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.

John Bull; or, The Englishman's Fireside

Every house has a heart, the echoes of its owner's presence, and simple magic that turns a building into a home.

We live in Houston, Texas!" Grandma wiped her hands with a rag. "You'd get heat stroke.

one of my first achievements was to blow up the warehouse all of us called home.

a small House consisting only of him and my grandmother Victoria.

Home, shower, apple pie. Maybe if I said it like a prayer, it would work. The distance between us shrank. Home, shower . . .

Where did you find this charmer ? Linus asked me. In an abandoned mall. He followed me home.

When I come crawling home, bleeding and filthy and exhausted, the house is dark and empty.

A man's home is his refuge. I have no wish to share mine with a feral cat who spends all her time sharpening her claws and thinking of inventive ways to flay me when my guard slips.

I sat onto the sofa and almost sank into it. I'd need help getting up. Curran sprawled next to me. "This is nice," he said. "Mm-hm." "We should get one for the living room." "We'd get blood on it.

Marie Striekwold-Ebben, passed along this piece of wisdom: "Even if you don't have much money, keep in mind that the bedroom is the most important room in the house. Love and sadness are shared under the sheets, and you hope that your children will come into the world in your bedroom and that you will leave the world there.

No matter how hard they tried, they could never take all their memories with them: the best memories would remain here, between these thin walls.

Everyone was saying that Europe, civilisation, the entire world was collapsing, that the century was destined to end in catastrophe, that everything would perish, drowned in blood. But she still hoped for a husband, a home, children, and she instinctively felt that the destruction of everything was a mirage, a lie, while she, she lived the truth.

The large majority wanted to be at home at the end of life, only 1 percent said they would prefer being in a hospital, and not a single participant wanted to be in a nursing home at the end of life.

Thus the activity of preservation should be distinguished from the nostalgia accompanying fantasies of a lost home from which the subject is separated and to which he seeks to return. Preservation entails remembrance, which is quite different from nostalgia.

Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.

They really wanted to remain always in their own house and their own garden. There are such people.

Here I am, after all, welcome home, I'm yours. To which Henry replied: When I wanted you you were not mine, when I needed you you rejected me. Why should I cherish you now?

Where's your house?' 'Kempsford Gardens, by West Brompton tube station.

Agamemnon was killed on his first night home from Troy. But Agamemnon was guilty, guilty.

When I get home I take some sleeping pills and within what seemed like half an hour of unconsciousness it was Monday morning again.

the happiness and love that once lived here

Everybody ought to have a lower East Side in their life.