Quotes About Home

absurdity—Actually snowing at this moment!— The folly of not allowing people to be comfortable at home—and the folly of people's not staying comfortably at home when they can!

Er war durch den Regen nach Hause geritten und gleich nach dem Essen hinübergegangen, um zu sehen, wie dieses liebste und beste aller Mädchen, fehlerlos trotz all ihrer Fehler, die Entdeckung ertrug.

He had ridden home through the rain; and had walked up directly after dinner, to see how this sweetest and best of all creatures, faultless in spite of all her faults, bore the discovery.

were I rich enough, I would instantly pull Combe down, and build it up again in the exact plan of this cottage.' 'With dark narrow stairs, and a kitchen that smokes, I suppose,' said Elinor.

Može li iko upoznati ne?iju narav u Batu, ili na kojem drugom javnom mestu... Sve je to ništavno; ne može se tako ništa znati. Samo kada ?ovek vidi ženu u njenom domu, me?u njenim prijateljima, onakvu kakva je uvek. Tek onda može da stekne ispravno mišljenje. Sve drugo je sre?a i naga?anje - a ?esto se ispostavi da je zla sre?a.

Može li iko upoznati ne?iju narav u Batu, ili na kojem drugom javnom mestu... Sve je to ništavno; ne može se tako ništa znati. Samo kada ?ovek vidi ženu u njenom domu, me?u njenim prijateljima, onakvu kakva je uvek. Tek onda može da stekne ispravno mišljenje. Sve drugo je sre?a i naga?anje - a ?esto se ispostavi da je zla sre?a.

Mr. Knightley to be no longer coming there for his evening comfort! - No longer walking in at all hours, as if ever willing to change his own home for their's! - How was it to be endured?

All his wishes centred in domestic comfort and the quiet of private life.

Arguably, we are the most intellectual creatures that's ever walked on planet Earth. So how come, then, that this so intellectual creature is destroying its only home?

An intelligent animal would not destroy its only home—

It doesn't matter how many years go by, how grown-up we think we are, how much we presume we have changed or evolved, when we are back in our childhood homes, we become exactly who we have always been.

My conscious self would do anything to avoid people with cheating tendencies, but my subconscious keeps trying to recreate home and keeps bringing me back to people who recreate my childhood.

She can't explain why she is choked up. She isn't entirely sure, other than the sweetness of Patrick's familiarity, an aching nostalgia for her youth, a reminder of all that is good, and solid, and stable. All that she once had. All that she has lost. Patrick has grown into a big man. Solid. Imposing. His embrace is all-enveloping, tight, stable. Like being held by a bear. Safe, she thinks. I am safe. And almost immediately after: I have come home.

She walks along the pavement, lost in thoughts about the Internet, so deeply immersed that before she knows it she's at her front door, and guess what? She completely forgot to buy some chocolate on the war home.

It doesn't matter how many years go by, how grown-up we think we are, how much we presume we have changed or evolved, when we are back in our childhood homes, we become exactly who we have always been

With wisdom, patience, and love, you can create a home where your child feels safe, secure, and free to grow and learn, and where she can become a responsible, respectful, and resourceful person—and where you will find joy in your parenting role.

She always said, 'When I'm home, I've got to get things done, even if there are visitors. Elizabeth knows how to relax in her own house.' And then she would shake her head, as if Elizabeth had remarkable powers.

I loved the house the way you would any new house, because it is populated by your future.

My father was in the kitchen putting a new washer in the kitchen faucet. He looked relieved to see Morelli standing in the hallway. He'd probably prefer I bring home someone useful, like a butcher or a car mechanic, but I guess cops are a step up from undertakers.

I shuddered at the mention of Mrs. Steiger. What's that about? Ranger asked. Mrs. Steiger is the Antichrist. Damn, Ranger said. I left my Antichrist gun at home. Looks like you brought everything else. Never know when you'll need some tear gas. If we have to gas Mrs. Steiger, itll ruin my chances of being Miss Burg in the Mayflower parade.

There was an air of satisfaction to the house at the end of the day. Maybe the day hadn't gone exactly right, but the day had been lived and the house had been there for its family.

Pretty," he said. "The wine?" "You." I was wearing a white T-shirt and striped pajama bottoms with a drawstring waist. My feet were bare and my hair was down and disorderly. "This would be perfect if we were in my apartment and not yours, and you were spending the night," he said.

She's lived with my parents since Grandpa Mazur took the big escalator to the heavenly food court in the sky.

I couldn't imagine the table not being there. The refrigerator and the stove got changed out, but the table remained. It was the heart of the kitchen, and the kitchen was the heart of the house.