Quotes About Home

My hobby is gardening, I love it, it's my main hobby. I like being at home and I'm very happy being in my house, I love cooking.

Blow ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound: Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

I belong where you belong

Maybe that's why her flat in New York City had never felt like home. Because deep down, Vivien longed to be somewhere where people knew her. Somewhere she belonged.

It's that sacred place where your soul is at rest because all the people you love most are there.

Love, in its own way, had been creating a home for all of us as we searched for that place where we belonged. Love was home.

Home isn't a place where everything stays the same; it's a place where you are safe and loved despite nothing staying the same. Change always happens. Always.

Doesn't love make a home? Doesn't love make a family?

grief is such a strange guest, making its home in a person like it's a new thing that no one has ever experienced before. It is different for every person.

Home isn't a place where everything stays the same; it's a place where you are safe and loved despite nothing staying the same.

When darkness falls completely and Martin is still not home, I light the stove and place pork cutlets that I rubbed with butter and dried sage into a roasting pan alongside potatoes and carrots so that supper will be ready when he finally returns.

War can come any way. If we let it. If we invite it. Not on land with horses and swords. But in our houses. In our bedrooms. In our hearts.

I want to let my friend Buster know that I would like to have dinner with him tonight. Does Buster work at home? Then how likely is he to have his cell phone on? Is he one of those people who only turns on his cell when he's in his car? I hate that.

I work at home, in the country, and days will go by when, except for my husband and son and the occasional UPS man, the only sentient creatures that see me are my chickens and turkeys.

The thing is, I have a zillion apps, and I'm always looking for the perfect arrangement for them, so scrambling my home screen is part of that eternal quest.

bookshelves-full-of-books family.

Libraries are physical spaces belonging to a community where we gather to share information. There isn't anywhere else that fits that description. Perhaps in the future, OverDrive will be where our books will come from, and libraries will become something more like our town squares, a place that is home when you aren't at home.

In truth I am changed by the event, and not for the better. Seeing how easily I can be physically overpowered has sapped a great deal of my fighting spirit. In the wake of this violation of my home and my person I experience an unfamiliar emotion: fear. I perceive fear rushes into the spaces left when confidence flees, when a woman realizes she is no longer a person of any particular importance or authority, as she had long been allowed to believe.

I loved their home. Everything smelled older, worn but safe; the food aroma had baked itself into the furniture.

We are born, we suffer, we die. However, love is a possibility for us all and, for some few, there is also a big house." Daniel could not resist asking, because he really wanted to know. "Need they be mutually exclusive? Can't we have both love and house?" Joe smiled. "Certainly. But one must consider carefully how one goes about getting the house.

I'm lost in space and I want to find a way home. Nobody else can get me back to the planet, so I have to do it myself.

When you're with the person you love, you're home.

Today, most people "go to work." But back at the beginning of the nineteenth century, "going to work" was a brand new idea. Families had always worked together in their homes.

May your Paths be safe, your Floors unbroken and may the House fill your eyes with Beauty.