Quotes About Home

Il legame che unisce la tua vera famiglia non è quello del sangue, ma quello del rispetto e della gioia per le reciproche vite. Di rado gli appartenenti ad una famiglia crescono sotto lo stesso tetto.

No cualquier hombre (permítanme una restricción y cierto romanticismo) es capaz de volar, sino aquel que siente que volar es su vida, que sabe que el cielo no es un lugar de trabajo o de diversión, sino que es su casa.

The dozen gulls by the shoreline came to meet him, none saying a word. He felt only that he was welcome and that this was home. It had been a big day for him, a day whose sunrise he no longer remembered.

Il legame che unisce la tua vera famiglia non è quello del sangue, ma quello del rispetto e della gioia. Di rado gli appartenenti a una famiglia crescono sotto lo stesso tetto.

Denn wenn man niemanden hat, den man ab und an aus der Stadt verjagen kann, wie soll man dann wissen, dass man selbst dorthin gehört?

Put the coffee on, bubbles, I'm coming home

I walked home past the glass whiskers of the houses, reflecting the downward rushing waterfalls of night.

Any rainy summer morning, of course, has the seeds of gloomy alienation sown in. But a rainy summer morning far from home - when your personal clouds don't move but hang - can easily produce the feeling of the world as seen from the grave. This I know.

that jail existed for the opposite reason from why your home existed

Houses can have this almost authorial power over us, seeming to ruin or make perfect our lives just by persisting in one place longer than we can. (In either case it's a power worth defeating.)

In Natchez, you only use the word home if it's antebellum," said Doug. "If your house was built after the Civil War, it's trashy to call it a home.

I am home, you soggy-faced, entitled little prick, he barely stopped himself saying. You think it took northern sorcery to make me the way I am now? You think it took a war? Those things were tonic compared to what came before. Desperation and deception were waiting for me at the nursery door, took me by either hand as I walked out into my youth, have been my constant companions since.

I am Welcomed in the Home of Ravens and Other Scavengers in the Wake of Warriors," Ringil recited for him, hollowly. "I am Friend to Carrion Crows and Wolves. I am Carry Me and Kill with Me, and Die with Me Where the Road Ends. I am not the Honeyed Promise of Length of Life in Years to Come, I am the Iron Promise of Never Being a Slave.

Une maison sans chat, c'est la vie sans soleil!" ("A house without a cat is like life without sunshine!")

As Therese Asche used to say "A house without a cat is like a day without sunshine.

She hadn't bothered to go to bed, since Tuesday was one of the days on which she rose before dawn to bake brioche, scones, cinnamon rolls, and- Tuesdays only- a coffee cake rich with cardamom, orange zest, and grated gingerroot: a cunningly savory sweet that left her work kitchen smelling like a fine Indian restaurant, a brief invigorating change from the happily married scents of butter, vanilla, and sugar (the fragrance, to Greenie, of ordinary life).

feel as if I'm visiting home in a dream, where everything yet nothing is the way it should be, where the best of what you have and what you wish for are briefly, tantalizingly united. Tealing

He pictured her living alone in that tranquil house with its fine old furnishings, tending her flowers and fruit trees.

When I heard you were home, I decided to break the record for the fastest Cambridge-to-London journey. Wagered my next term's allowance on the outcome. - Frank

Without another word, he lifted her into the carriage and drove her home. He seemed impervious to the cold shoulder she gave him, which irritated her almost as much as the knowing way he had looked at her when he had kissed her senseless. In fact, although his face was stern, he seemed downright cheerful, the cad!

This was long before the term 'single-parent family' came into use; back then it was a 'broken home'...

Me and my books, in the same apartment: like a gherkin in its vinegar.

He knew what they said of him locally: Oh, he likes to keep himself to himself. The phrase was descriptive, not judgemental. It was a principle of life the English still respected. And it wasn't just about privacy, about an Englishman's home—even a pebbledash semi—being his castle. It was about something more: about the self, and where you kept it, and who, if anyone, was allowed to fully see it.

I lie in bed at home, trying to put feelings into words. On the one hand—and this is the part to do with the past—love feels like the vast and sudden easing of a lifelong frown. But simultaneously—this is the part to do with the present and the future—it feels as if the lungs of my soul have been inflated with pure oxygen.