Quotes About Home

The best that anyone could do for the present was to build him a not too costly home in some part of the earth where there was no gold, oil, coal, or other mineral treasure, and which was not near a disputed boundary or strategic configuration of land or water. There with reasonable luck he might have peace within his own walls, and perhaps think some thoughts which might be helpful to a hate-tormented world.

They thought about their class and their class privileges, their property and their property system, and they thought about little else in the world. Their system was threatened in every country, and they were frightened, and hated what they feared. Class had become more than country, and the enemy at home more to be dreaded than anyone abroad.

To go back home was to play with impressions in this way, the way I played with the first pair of glasses I had, looking at a world now sharp and small and not quite real, now standard in size and real but blurred.

I would say to her, in that mixed river language we used, 'One day, Beth, somebody will snatch your case. It isn't safe to travel about with money like that.' 'The day that happens, Mis' Salim, I will know the time has come to stay home.' It was a strange way of thinking. But she was a strange woman.

We should have known from the first day that the country wasn't for us, and we should have taken our courage in both hands and gone back home.

It had seemed a good idea at the time to order the furniture for her new home online from a chain retailer.

Gauvin reprit : -Et la femme? qu'en faites-vous? Cimourdain répondit: -Ce qu'elle est. La servante de l'homme. -Oui. À une condition. -Laquelle? -C'est que l'homme sera le serviteur de la femme. -Y penses-tu? s'écria Cimourdain, l'homme serviteur! Jamais. L'homme est maître . Je n'admet qu'une royauté, celle du foyer. L'homme chez lui est roi. -Oui. À une condition. -Laquelle? -C'est que la femme y sera reine.

Strange to say, at that epoch, people still imagined that a wedding was a private and social festival, that a patriarchal banquet does not spoil a domestic solemnity, that gayety, even in excess, provided it be honest, and decent, does happiness no harm, and that, in short, it is a good and a venerable thing that the fusion of these two destinies whence a family is destined to spring, should begin at home, and that the household should thenceforth have its nuptial chamber as its witness. And

Listen, Monsieur Director, here's what I think. Obviously this is wrong. There are twenty-six of you in five or six small rooms; there are three of us in space enough for sixty. That is wrong, I assure you. You have my house and I am in yours. Give me back mine and this will be your home.

Siete ben bravi a dirmi dove son nato; io non lo so. Non tutti hanno una casa, per venire al mondo in quella; sarebbe troppo comodo.

I was always a little girl, lost in Oz, looking for a way to believe that there was no place like home Ã¢â'¬Â¦

The idea of it, of staying here and finding a good life and a place to belong, seduced her as nothing ever had.

You know that food eases every trouble. Angie felt herself smiling. How many times in her life had she come home from school, devastated by some social slight, only to hear Mama say, Eat something. You'll feel better.

this time, Dad had taught Leni how dangerous the outside world was. The truth was that the biggest danger of all was in her own home.

Home is part of us. It's in the scars we have on our knees and elbows, in the memories that surface when we sleep. I don't think you can ever really leave.

them up. Flowers blooming. A garden Ã¢â'¬Â¦ As she neared the house, the front door opened. A woman came out, wearing a pretty floral-print dress beneath a frilly red apron, and holding a broom. Her bobbed hair was carefully curled and a pair of wireless glasses magnified her eyes.

Remember, cara, hard times don't last. Land and family do." TWELVE In November, the first winter storm battered them from the north, leaving behind a fine layer of snow.

With no local police and no one to call for help. All this time, Dad had taught Leni how dangerous the outside world was. The truth was that the biggest danger of all was in her own home.

Home was a state of mind, the peace that came from being who you were and living an honest life.

Don't be who you needed to be over there. Come home to the people who love you. I wish to hell I'd figured out a way to do that.

White sheets flapped in the breeze and roses tumbled like laughter along the ancient stone wall that hid her property from the road.

Kid, the people who love you stay. You've already learned that. Go find your mom and tell her you've been as dumb as a box of marbles. And let her hold you tight.

The truth was that the biggest danger of all was in her own home.

Todo ese tiempo, papá le había estado enseñando a Leni los peligros del mundo exterior. Lo cierto era que el mayor peligro estaba dentro de su propia casa.