Quotes About Home

Soy un escritor, no su jodida secretaria! Mi casa no es una oficina, es el refugio de un hombre que intenta concentrarse cuarenta minutos seguidos.

when you're far away from home and scared shitless you need all the friends you can get and you need them right away.

El cuerpo del hombre es la casa donde residen sus antepasados muertos

There are elements of intrinsic beauty in the simplification of a house built on the log cabin idea.

I love to travel, but sometimes it's nice to stay in one place.

Shelter can be hard to find. A place can become our home for reasons we do not understand. We build the memories that turn into what we are, then what we were, as we look back.

A song remembers a home, another conjures fear that home will fall to those who would destroy it. A poet places wine glasses on a fountain's rim under stars. An artist sets his lost wife on a dome . . . amid stars. A dancer lets the music be what she is, until it stops. Someone made the music, someone plays it while she dances.

It is a sharp, cold life though, my darling. For a woman, for a man, without a hearth at the end of day for warmth. Without love to carry you outward and home.

We let] the universality of fantasy, of once upon a time, allow escapist fiction to be more than just that - to also bring us home.

Another journey lay ahead, home at the end of it.

Heimthra' was the word used for longing: for home, for the past, for things to be as they once had been. Even the gods were said to know that yearning, from when the worlds were broken.

Shelter can be hard to find. A place can become our home for reasons we do not understand. We build the memories that turn into what we are, then what we were, as we look back. We live in the light that comes to us.

Another breeze, entering the room. Dawn wind. He would be going home soon. He would sit with her, and look out upon the sea. Morning was coming, the god's return. Almost time to rise and go to prayer. The bed was very soft. Almost time, but the darkness had not quite lifted, light still to come, he could linger a little with memory. It was necessary, it was allowed. End it with the ending of a night.

The thrill of coming home has never changed.

My priorities are always going to be my husband and my family now. That's a huge, huge thing.

You're always tellin' me to go out more, Go ahead, get out and see the world, But then I think, why should I? I'd rather stay home and cry.

Nary a grin grinned Rudolph Reed, Nary a curse cursed he, But moved in his House. With his dark little wife, And his dark little children three.

Maud went to college.Sadie stayed at home.Sadie scraped lifeWith a fine-tooth comb.

In a world so full of men who hurt the truth and get paid at so much for every groan we hear coming from it, it is a pleasant and dignified thing to spend some time at home making your very own lies for your very own bemusement.

It isn't false modesty when I say this, but although I am supposed to be a famous person it doesn't mean anything to me. I just sit at home and work.

Father, dear father, come home with me now,The clock in the belfry strikes one;You said you were coming right home from the shopAs soon as your day's work was done.

I thought afresh that a nice cat washing his face by the hearth gave extra comfort to a room

Real happiness is homemade.

I know this home is far from perfect. "…everyone needs a somewhere, a place they can go. There comes a time, you see, inevitably there comes a time you have to have somewhere you can go!" HOME