Quotes About Home

When they reached the top of the hill they turned and looked down at the valley. Moominhouse was just a blue dot, and the river a narrow ribbon of green: the swing they couldn't see at all. "We've never been such a long way from home before," said Moomintroll, and a little goose-fleshy thrill of excitement came over them at the thought.

I'm not a great one for beds, said the muskrat. They are unnecessary furniture, really. It was the only hole I lived in, but I was happy there. Of course, it's all the same to a philosopher whether he is happy or not, but it was a good hole . . .

Lastovi?ky poctia svojou prítomnosÃ…Â¥ou len domy, kde sú ?udia Å¡Å¥astní.

To wash and iron and paint over and to feel sorry about all the irreparable things, and to know that there would still be cracks everywhere, and that all the things had been in much better shape before... No, no! And to put them all back into place in the dark and black rooms and try to find them cosy once more...

Taikuri lentää maailman ääriin ja hiiriäiti kömpii ruohomättäänsä alle mutta molemmat ovat yhtä onnellisia. Mutta ehkä kaikkein onnellisin on Muumipeikko, joka astelee äitinsä kanssa kotiin puutarhan läpi juuri kun kuu kalpenee päivänsarastuksessa ja puut huojuvat hiljaa mereltä puhaltavassa aamutuulessa. Nyt hiipii viileä syksy Muumilaaksoon. Sillä muuten ei voi tulla uutta kevättä.

Laakso jossa he asuivat oli kaunis, täynnä onnellisia pikku mönkiäisiä ja suuria vihreitä puita. Niittyjen halki virtasi joki, joka kaarsi sinisen muumitalon ohi ja katosi toisille seuduille, missä toiset pikku mönkiäiset ihmettelivät mistä se mahtoi tulla.

You must go on a long journey before you can really find out how wonderful home is.

You remember sitting, don't you?" Esme said, mocking. "Shhh!" Anton sniped. "I'm trying to figure this out." "Yes, sitting is very distracting," I said. "Getting blown up in this game definitely is distracting," he said. And when he noticed me rolling my eyes at him, he muttered. "Do you honestly think he'd set traps inside his own home base when the outside is so well guarded?" I asked.

Home.'' Leah Barringer Kincaid sighed the word as the settlement they called Last Chance Creek came into

This book was home to her, more than the palazzo and it's fine furnishings could ever be.

I had walked along that street all my life, but had never been so aware that my back was to my home

It is your only way home, my brother! And maybe our only way out of here alive.

She's the Indian who lives in my attic.

KAREN: What do you want me to say? BARBARA: Tell him we got a sick woman here. VIOLET: You can't do this! This is my house! This is my house! BARBARA: You don't get it, do you? (With a burst of adrenaline, she strides to Violet, towers over her) I'M RUNNING THINGS NOW! (Blackout.)

I went to the University of South Florida for five and a half years. Then I sobered up, got dressed, and went home. They still have my earrings.

I bought a house for my mom, I bought a house for my dad, I bought a house for my sister.

I can actually feel the house getting dirty. Like I have nerve endings in the carpet. - Allyson

I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together. I'm not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it's like.... It's like Tiffany's.... Not that I give a hoot about jewelry. Diamonds, yes. But it's tacky to wear diamonds before you're forty...

It was a terrible, strange-looking hotel. But Little Sunshine stayed on: it was his rightful home, he said, for if he went away, as he had once upon a time, other voices, other rooms, voices lost and clouded, strummed his dreams.

Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure; And spring comes green again to trees and grasses Where petals have been shed like tears And lonely birds have sung their grief. ... After the war-fires of three months, One message from home is worth a ton of gold. ... I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin To hold the hairpins any more.

then come back here to build a home. And there would be dragonets, if she wanted them. Clearsight felt a sudden, dizzying rush of love for dragons who weren't even eggs yet: little Jewel, and whip-smart Tortoiseshell, and cuddly Orange (who names their dragonet Orange? Sunstreak, apparently. They might have to have some conversations about that plan), and Commodore, the king of giggles.

She lifted her head, breathing in the wild sea air. This was where she was supposed to be. This was her ocean.

HA HA HA! AN EXCELLENT DAY TO FIGHT SOME ICE DRAGONS BEFORE WE GO HOME, DON'T YOU THINK?

HELLO!" the second dragon shouted down the chasm, making Blue jump. "HELLOOOOOOO, ANNOYING WINGLESS DRAAAAAAGON. ARE YOU DEAD AT THE BOTTOM OF THESE ROCKS? OR ALMOST DEAD? COULD YOU CROAK 'YEAH, I'M HERE, TOTALLY DEAD, CARRY ON' SO WE CAN ALL GO HOME AND SAY WE FOUND YOU?