Quotes About Home

locking up the house—their home—and driving away. The only slightly good news was that they weren't selling it. Someday, Dad promised, they'd return. The big things—furniture, art

This is no place for anyone," Vianne

We have this land because we worked for it, because no matter how hard life was, we stayed here. This land provided for us. It will

You were supposed to be safe in your own home, with your parents. They were supposed to protect you from the dangers outside.

dream home, a huge, semicircular log house that sat

She unlocked the door and stepped inside.

hard times don't last. Land and family do.

Where are you from?" he asked. Leni never knew how to answer that question. It implied a permanence, a before that had never existed for her. She'd never thought of any place as home.

Four months, she thought dully. Only four more months and she would graduate from high school and be able to leave home. Home. Whatever that meant.

room and went into her father's—which was

Books, wherever they were in the world, always felt like home to her.

I look to the right as I cross the bridge and smile to see the tip of the Eiffel Tower soaring over rooftops in the distance on the other side of the river. I've seen it in photographs a thousand times, but seeing it in person for the first time that reminds me that I'm really, truly here, thousands of miles away, across an ocean from home.

You know, I truly believe adoption is one of the greatest unheralded blessings in the world," she continues, her expression turning earnest. "Think how beautiful it is to give a child a home and to become a family because you choose to! Maybe that's the best way to make a family, don't you think?

Once you've fallen in love with books, their presence can make you feel at home anywhere, even in places where you shouldn't belong.

incredible how familiar the place feels, though I've never been here. Once you've fallen in love with books, their presence can make you feel at home anywhere, even in places where you shouldn't belong.

I suppose, but that's not what I meant. I meant that in a way, I'm like Dorothée, aren't I? I'm on a great adventure, and one day, I'll find my way home.

I meant that in a way I'm like Dorothee, aren't I? I'm on a great adventure and one day I'll find my way home.

is present wherever love can be found, her mother used to say.

Home is not a place, but the people you choose to love.

So there I was eating haute cuisine in a mobile home. He cooked for me as seduction, a courtship, so that I'd never again be impressed with a man who simply took me out to dinner. And I fell in love with him over a deer's liver.

I unlocked the door of my apartment, where the only movement, while I was gone, had been the light moving across the walls from the morning to evening and a scuttling roach or two, and the air inside smelled of loneliness. The ache got eased a little the next day, after I'd picked up my dog from my sister, gotten sucked back into the slipstream of the city. But only a little. And soon it spread, until the word home could make me cry. I wanted one.

I can't move back to England. My home is in France now. I'd love to but I can't. My family's all there now.

This is how many today treat GOD and Hip Hop. They seek the hand and not the face. They seek the luxury but not the culture, the food but not the appetite, the house but not the home, the medicine but not the health, the bed but not the rest. They would rather use GOD/Hip Hop than live GOD/Hip Hop.

Mag sein, daß die Leute sagen werden, ich bleibe daheim, um mich nicht von den dunklen Augen Ninos trennen zu müssen. Mag sein. Vielleicht haben diese Menschen auch recht. Denn diese dunklen Augen sind für mich wie die heimatliche Erde, wie der Ruf der Heimat nach ihrem Sohn, den ein Fremder auf fremde Wege verleiten will. Ich bleibe, um die dunklen Augen der Heimat vor dem Unsichtbaren zu schützen.