Quotes About Home

Young John was some time absent, and, when he came back, showed that he had been outside by bringing with him fresh butter in a cabbage leaf, some thin slices of boiled ham in another cabbage leaf, and a little basket of water-cresses and salad herbs. When these were arranged upon the table to his satisfaction, they sat down to tea.

It is the most miserable thing to feel ashamed at home.

could not help sometimes comparing the bright house with the faded dreary place out of which it had arisen, and wondering when, in any shape, it would begin to be a home;

I have said that Caleb and his poor Blind Daughter lived here. I should have said that Caleb lived here, and his poor Blind Daughter somewhere else - in an enchanted home of Caleb's furnishing, where scarcity and shabbiness were not, and trouble never entered. Caleb was no sorcerer, but in the only magic art that still remains to us, the magic of devoted, deathless love, Nature had been the mistress of his study; and from her teaching, all the wonder came.

No man but feels more of a man in the world if he have but a bit of ground that he can call his own. However small it is on the surface, it is four thousand miles deep; and that is a very handsome property.

What is a "total" or "real" man? He is one who understands and accepts the responsibility for the development of his mental, emotional, and spiritual capacity and demonstrates this by his maturing attitude and actions in his personal life, his home life, his vocational life, his social life, and his spiritual life.

HOUSE, n. A hollow edifice erected for the habitation of man, rat, mouse, beetle, cockroach, fly, mosquito, flea, bacillus, and microbe.

Knowledge lives at the library, and the nice people there always let us take some home.

Home is where you can say anything you like cause nobody listens to you anyway.

A little girl, when asked where her home was, replied, "Where Mother is."

I keep my end tables full of needlework and quilting so I don't have to dust them.

Those who sleep under a quilt, sleep under a blanket of love.

"You must love this place very much," said Miss Fenn... "So many homes are like twenty others. But this is unique, and you seem to know every cranny of it. I dare say you could never love another home so well." "Oh, I carry it with me," said Deronda... "To most men their early home is no more than a memory of their early years... The image is never marred. There's no disappointment in memory, and one's exaggerations are always on the good side."

You know you're a nurse if… you triage the laundry at home.

Love your country. Your country is the land where your parents sleep, where is spoken that language in which the chosen of your heart, blushing, whispered the first word of love; it is the home that God has given you, that by striving to perfect yourselves therein, you may prepare to ascend to him.

When our bed is made it's covered in forty pillows like we're stockpiling ammo for the global pillow fight.

His home is in the heights: to him Men wage a battle weird and dim... The perilous music that he hears Falls from the vortice of the spheres...

Popular radio is a publication alive with all the spirit and the thrills that ride the Hertzian waves and bring the broadcast news and joys of the world into the fireside circle of the home. Popular radio deserves to be popular!

With radio the whole world is brought to your own fireside.

Bare is shoulder without brother, bare hearth without sister.

I wandered alone around the squares, which at a certain point all started to look the same. I looked like a person who wanted to abandon his own abandonment around some corner. Like someone looking for a distant and unknown place to release the cats of his sorrow, so that they would never find the way home. Do you know how hard it is to get rid of cats?

I will take you and keep you and give you light and dark wine and perhaps children. In spring, after we have planted, I will sit and watch the warm rains with you on the covered porch. In summer and in fall I will walk with you in the gardens. And when the snows of winter come, I will wrap us both in a quilt of starry darkness.

The wallpaper was an ugly, dirty dark red, with tarnished gold designs, torn in places and hanging down, greasy and marred where chairs had rubbed against it and heads had apparently leaned. It certainly was not a charming interior. She curled her lip slightly as she took it all in. This was her home! And she a born artist and interior decorator!

But I was in a hurry, so I let him drive. I wasn't thinking about formalities then. I knew I ought to get back home quickly. Anyhow, he was so respectful I knew he was all right." "Hmm! There are respectful crooks sometimes! But never mind; go on.