Quotes About Home

The average husband enjoys the total effect of his home but is usually unable to contribute any of the details of work and organisation that make it enjoyable.

I'll be here in my home with three big screens. I'll be watching three games at a time, and when they're over, I'll look at three more.

I'm a creature of the night for God's sake And she wants me home by eleven?

sometimes you have to be alone to think and sometimes the best place for thinking is'int home.

The bees build in the crevices Of loosening masonry, and there The mother birds bring grubs and flies. My wall is loosening; honey-bees, Come build in the empty house of the stare.

She wanted to give him toast. The sort that had melted butter and a bit of honey spread on top. It was a stupid thought, but there was something comforting about toast.

Now, please make sure that you keep your very sweet and honorable derriere indoors tomorrow!

I—I brought you from your home. But then discovered how much I loved you. Christa, you and Josiah are my life. And love is far stronger than any need for honor or glory in the West! You hold my heart in your hands. Carry it tenderly, my love. But carry it with you wherever you would go. The future is yours to decide.

He told me that home was where the heart was. And it's very true. Don't you see, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter where we are at all. In your arms, I'm home.

Love walks wildernesses of discovery and adventure but it always returns home to the divine with the ones it loves most.

Every house should have a turret

Papa taps on the skylight and I look up. He waves at me and smiles. I smile back. For now, I don't need to know what lies ahead. For now it's enough just to be here, safe aboard the Morning Star with my family and friends. For now, it's enough to be home.

He'd wanted to accompany her, but both of them knew it'd be smarter for him to stay home. In other words, neither of them trusts me. And who can really blame them? The last time they both went away together, a stalker broke into our house, our basement turned into a scene out of Fright Night , and I nearly gave my boyfriend a concussion.

Ever since what happened last fall, my dad has made a feeble though still earnest attempt at safeguarding our place. He's put stickers on all the windows and poked yard signs into the lawn, both of which claim that we have a security system (we don't). He's also installed motion-detector lights that go on and off pretty much whenever they feel like it.

Claude's kindergarten was full-day, six whole hours of sitting quietly and following rules and being away from home where someone—everyone—loved him best of all.

When I judged it to be tea-time I sat on an old stone wall and opened my tin of treacle biscuits. As I ate them I could hear mother banging the kettle on the hob and my brothers rattling their tea-cups. The biscuits tasted sweetly of the honeyed squalor of home – still only a dozen miles away.

Oh boy. Too drunk to hold on to a whiskey and Coke and the word "pretty." That's not a combination with a positive outcome. Not good at all. That's the secret password that usually leaves me trying to find a ride home in the morning.

I looked around. This house only the night before had been a home, and serves as a storage locker for memories that I could barely remember and a bunch of things I'd rather forget.

to bypass theatrical release and go directly to the home video market. Disney had enjoyed great success in recent years with direct-to-home-video releases like The Return of Jafar, a sequel to Aladdin. Because these sequels would not have the benefit of widespread theatrical distribution, they had to be made at far less cost than the original film in order to make financial sense.

Music was my joy, my home, the one place I felt happy and secure.

At home I'm just a guy who has interests that extend far beyond music.

The home should be the treasure chest of living.

The house is a machine for living in.

Truth to tell, the modern man is bored to tears in his home; so he goes to his club. The modern woman is bored outside her boudoir; she goes to tea-parties. The modern man and woman are bored at home; they go to night-clubs. But lesser folk who have no clubs gather together in the evening under the chandelier and hardly dare to walk through the labyrinth of their furniture which takes up the whole room and is all their fortune and their pride.