Quotes About Home

She smelled, Mia thought suddenly, of home, as if home had never been a place, but had always been this little person whom she'd carried alongside her.

Perfectly serviceable, Mrs. Richardson thought. Two bedrooms, one for the adults and one for the boys. The girls—for she was still certain Izzy would be back with them shortly—could sleep on the three-season porch. A bathroom and a half—well, they would have to share.

glorified graffiti. But there were no murals. Each room had been painted a different color—the kitchen a sunny yellow, the living room a deep cantaloupe, the bedrooms a warm peach—and the overall effect was of stepping into a box of sunlight, even on a cloudy day.

Every bedroom was empty except for the smell of gasoline and a small crackling fire set directly in the middle of each bed, as if a demented Girl Scout had been camping there. By the time she checked the living room, the family room, the rec room, and the kitchen, the smoke had begun to spread, and she ran outside at last to hear the sirens, alerted by their home security system, already approaching.

Un paese ci vuole, non fosse che per il gusto di andarsene via. Un paese vuol dire non essere soli, sapere che nella gente, nelle piante, nella terra c'è qualcosa di tuo, che anche quando non ci sei resta ad aspettarti" -La luna e i falò-

Un paese ci vuole, non fosse che per il gusto di andarsene via. Un paese vuol dire non essere soli, sapere che nella gente, nelle piante, nella terra c'è qualcosa di tuo, che anche quando non ci sei resta ad aspettarti.

He viajado lo suficiente por el mundo como para saber que todas las carnes son buenas y valen lo mismo, y eso es precisamente lo que estraga y por lo que uno busca echar raíces, hacerse tierra y pueblo, para que su carne tenga sentido y dure más que un triste cambio de estación.

Ma ne avevo abbastanza e capivo che ormai tutta quanta Torino e il mestiere e le strade e le pietre di casa non bastavano piu a darmi pace.

Un paese ci vuole, non fosse per il gusto di andarsene via. Un paese vuol dire non essere soli, sapere che nella gente, nelle piante, nella terra c'è qualcosa di tuo, che anche quando non ci sei, resta ad aspettarti.

Every man who has shown the world the way to beauty, to true culture, has been a rebel, a 'universal' without patriotism, without home, who has found his people everywhere.

Every man who has shown the world the way to beauty, to true culture, has been a rebel, a 'universal' without patriotism, without home who has found his people everywhere.

Rumahku dari unggun-timbun sajak Kaca jernih dari luar segala nampak Kulari dari gedong lebar halaman Aku tersesat tak dapat jalan Kemah kudirikan ketika senjakala Di pagi terbang entah ke mana Rumahku dari unggun-timbun sajak Di sini aku berbini dan beranak Rasanya lama lagi, tapi datangnya datang Aku tidak lagi meraih petang Biar berleleran kata manis madu Jika menagih yang satu.

Home is the most popular, and will be the most enduring of all earthly establishments.

My other boy thing is that I sort of have a teeny tiny superpower. It's not a jump-over-buildings, see-through-people's-clothes, or lift-a-train-over-my-head one, which is good, because when you can do those kinds of things you probably have to live in a secret hideout instead of at home with your mom and dad. And I really like my room….

Home is a name, but a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to...

from Hawaii, and it would be late Sunday night before they arrived. "What time will you be home?" "I'm going to crash here tonight," I said. Now, that wasn't true—I didn't know where I'd be sleeping—but Karla told me to plan for an all-nighter, and saying I was at Jay's was as good a lie as any. "Will there be beer?

In rural and struggling Lexington, Virginia, Lee's new postwar home, one writer joked darkly dollars were so scarce that they had to be introduced to one another when they met on Main Street.

did a lot of wine drinking overseas. I used the wine over there the way the jeeps used gasoline. And I kept it up when I got back home. Both of my wives complained about my drinking. I often said that when they put me in jail in 1981 it was not the FBI's intent, but they saved my life. They only have seven days in a week, and by the time I went to jail I was drinking eight. That

I flew to Detroit and reported to Local 299 on Trumbull Avenue. That was Jimmy's home local. It was down the street from Tiger Stadium.

One night Jimmy wasn't supposed to be coming home and I had a gallon of wine in the window cooling off. Jimmy came in while I was asleep and the noise of him coming in woke me up. When he got in bed he said, "What's that in the window?" I said, "I think it's the moon, Jimmy." Sam and Bill said I got away with more shit with Jimmy than anybody else did. Jimmy

It was different in the sixties when I married my second wife, Irene, and I had my fourth daughter, Connie. By then I was with Hoffa and the Teamsters, and I had steady money coming in and I was older and home more. I wasn't out maneuvering. I was already in position. Sometime

During my incarceration Mother visited me. She had in some way managed to leave the workhouse and was making an effort to establish a home for us. Her presence was like a bouquet of flowers; she looked so fresh and lovely that I felt ashamed of my unkempt appearance and my shaved iodined head. 'You must excuse his dirty face,' said the nurse. Mother laughed, and how well I remember her endearing words as she hugged and kissed me: 'With all thy dirt I love thee still.

Binoculars are a distance when near the eyes. Far from home, near the heart, love.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!