Quotes About Home

Turn up the lights. I don't want to go home in the dark.

Nothing can bring the hurt of loneliness upon a man so swiftly as to pass a strange house in the dark and witness, in the lamplight from within, a family breaking evening bread together.

My dream house . . . Each room a different texture, a different mood, a different poem, and at its heart, a creaking ladder sliding along floor-to-ceiling bookshelves in a timeless oak-paneled room that smells of leather and eternity.

I think that when you invite people to your home, you invite them to yourself.

Ka found it very soothing: for the first time in years, he felt part of a family. In spite of the trials and responsibilities of what was called 'family', he saw now the joys of its unyielding togetherness, and was sorry not to have known more of it in his life.

the true collector's only home is his own museum.

Çünkü içinizde kalbinize nakÅŸeylediÄŸiniz bir sevgilinin yüzü ya??yorsa eÄŸer, dünya hala sizin evinizdir.

I've never left Istanbul, never left the houses, streets, and neighborhoods of my childhood.

so the knowledge of their presence remained, for the time being, strictly within the bounds of people's private thoughts, lying dormant in a corner of their minds like a secret language spoken only at home.

Edebi romana, büyük romanlara, hayat? anlamland?racak bir rehber gibi ihtiyaç duymam?z?n nedeni, kendimizi dünyada evde hissedememizdir.

the place we return to is never the same place we left.

The reason we turn to literary novels, great novels, where we search for guidance and wisdom that might confer meaning on life, is that we fail to feel at home in the world.

Dac? în tine d?inuie chipul unei iubite, pictat în inim?, îÈ›i este cas? întreaga lume.

am sometimes hard-pressed to explain why I've stayed, not only in the same place but in the same building.

Eskiden Ä°stanbul daha fakir, daha küçük, daha mutluydu deseler inanmazd?m belki, ama kalbim böyle diyordu. Çünkü arkamda b?rakt???m sevgilimin evi yerli yerinde ?hlamur ve kestane aÄŸaçlar?n?n içindeydi, ama kap?dan sordum bir baÅŸkas? oturuyordu art?k orada.

Another time he told me about two mountains—one of cork, the other of marble—which had spent thousands of years staring at each other without any mutual comprehension, and he concluded this tale by telling me about the verse in the Holy Koran which says to build your homes on high ground.

Home is anywhere that you know all your friends and all your enemies.

That's what so many people didn't understand about life. The real world is the one within the walls of homes; the outside world, of careers and politics and money and fame, that was the fake world, where nothing lasted, and things were real only to the extent they harmed or helped people inside their homes.

What am I now, Alai? Still good. At what? At--anything. There's a million soldiers who'd follow you to the end of the universe. I don't want to go to the end of the universe. So where do you want to go? They'll follow you. I want to go home, thought Ender, but I don't know where it is.

It is easy to say that you can adopt the whole human race as your children, but it is not the same as living in a home with a child and shaping all you do to help him learn to be happy and whole and good. Don't live your life without ever holding a child in your arms, on your lap, in your home, and feeling a child's arms around you and hearing his voice in your ear and seeing his smile, given to you because you put it into your heart.

Take me home, he said silently to Graff. In my dream you said you loved me. Take me home

Home was merely a dull ache in the back of his memory. A tiredness in his eyes.

It was even before he left Earth that he first thought of it as a planet, like any other, not particularly his own.

We do what we must to earn our place in the community, but we live for the hours at home. For each other, for the children. It will never get me written up in the history books.