Quotes About Home

I'm not going to lay down in words the lure of this place. Every great writer in the land, from Faulkner to Twain to Rice to Ford, has tried to do it and fallen short. It is impossible to capture the essence, tolerance, and spirit of south Louisiana in words and to try is to roll down a road of clichés, bouncing over beignets and beads and brass bands and it just is what it is. It is home.

as bad as it is here, it's better than being somewhere else. -Chris Rose, regarding life in Post-Katrina New Orleans

I want a house in the country. Just a cottage, with a fence and a cat to sit in my lap and a dog to sleep at my feet. A spot of earth for a graden with flowers as well as vegetables, food on the table, and a little leisure time in which to read the books I've not had time to read or just sit... in the sunshine.

All the June Saturday afternoon Sam Pollit's children were on the lookout for him as they skated round the dirt sidewalks and seamed old asphalt of R Street and Reservoir Road that bounded the deep-grassed acres of Tohoga House, their home.

I have traveled all over the world and gone to the highest peaks, and the densest jungles. The Carpathain Mountians will always be my homeland, but my home is a woman. Solange Sangria. You are home to me. Your body is my home. Your mind. Your heart and soul. It matters little to me where we are.

He found a stuffed animal, a fluffy wolf with bright blue eyes, and was immediately drawn to it. I want to get this for her. It is telling me it needs to go home with us. Francesca laughed at him.

I am not a woman who would be practical in your life, Sam. You need a home and family... I'm a soldier, Azami. That's who I am. What I am. My woman will be my home----my family...

Grace had filled those lonely places, replacing them with laughter and conversation. She'd given him the purpose he needed there in his home to maintain his balance in a world of stark duty.

It was always you, Blythe. From the moment I met you, it was always you. I brought my family home so you can work your magic on them. They need you. I need you. It's time you let me back in.

Her heart was so full, she was afraid it might burst. She had never dared to dream she would have a home and a family. She had never conceived of having friends. Life might never be perfect, but she had Nicolae, and he would always understand those terrible moments when the memories crept out from behind the doors in her mind. He would be there to hold her and help her.

She had the faint taste of sass and sweet. Lethal and home. The combination was deadly to a man like him.

Blythe. I want to come home. It's time. It's way past time. I need to come home. Let me come home, baby. I swear if you do, I'll spend the rest of my life loving you better than anyone else ever could.

When we were choosing homes, Czar made it plain to choose something we'd be comfortable in. This has a temperature-controlled wine and cigar room." She frowned up at him and then blinked, those long lashes fanning her cheeks. "Do you even drink wine? Do you smoke cigars?" He grinned down at her. "No. But that doesn't matter. It's just fuckin' cool.

Her voice brought a sense of peace, of tranquillity, of something beautiful and satisfying. It filled Matt with longing for a home and a family of his own. It filled him with a deep sense of pride and respect for Kate Drake.

He knew he had to have harmony in his home at all times. He had to have a sanctuary where, no matter the horrors he saw, the things he had to do in order to bring justice to those who would harm others, he could find his peace.

She kissed him, her body molding to his, and in his mind her beautiful voice rose in song just for him. The notes skipped from his mind to the sky, silver and gold notes of joy and happiness, of courage and admiration. She sang of love between two people, sacred and beautiful. She sang of peace and happiness. Her hands moved over him possessively, lovingly, checking his body for wounds. Her warrior was home. Whatever

I've been so alone, apart from life, not really knowing why i was so empty. You've filled all those empty places, cara mia. I sleep with you in my arms and have no nightmares. I open my eyes and look forward to each hour, to hear your laughter, to watch you move through my home. Your smile takes my breath away.

Whitney plants viruses in us to force us to return home. [...] I knew sooner or later I wouldn't return, and I'd die from whatever they put in me.

He was lonely. He wanted his own family. A wife. Children. Someone to come home to. Someone to care for, to take care of. He needed a purpose. His lifestyle had no balance. He needed someone to become his center, to anchor him.

It was at home, when she was alone with herself, the way she'd been her entire life, that she was lost. She had no purpose. No focus. No center to balance her. Now, this man, Vittorio Ferraro, an amazing, sensual, intelligent man offered those things to her.

She started across the threshold. Mikhail caught her arm. "Your own free will; say it." "My own free will." She stepped into his home, her lashes sweeping down. Raven missed the look of savage joy that lit his dark, chiseled features, but she felt the floor shift beneath her feet. An old, obscure myth rose up to haunt her. Never enter the home of a vampire of your own free will. It gives him power over you.

Take a long soak, look over the house, my books, anything you want." He grinned at her boyishly. I have a stack of work beside the computer if you want to try your hand at looking at bids for me." "Exactly how I planned to spend my evening.

I want to come home Blythe.....we'll all need you, becauser you're you. You're like a breath of fresh air. You're everything...Let me come home.

Where is your home?" "It isn't far. We can walk there easily," Alexander said, hope stirring. "What are you going to do with her?" Monique demanded suddenly. Mikhail's expression softened, became loving, even tender, as he looked down into Raven's face. "There is no need to fear for her. She is my life.