Quotes About Home

He never leaves home, which home is one room, the converted Children's Reading Room of what used to be the Waltham Public Library, which is the whole third floor.

Fai ciao ciao al burocrate rimane il film favorito di Mario tra tutti quelli di loro padre, forse per la sua serietà così poco di moda. Anche se a Mario ha sempre detto che è troppo mieloso, piace anche a Hal, la cartuccia, e gli piace proiettarsi con l'immaginazione nel personaggio dell'ex burocrate mentre guida piacevolmente verso casa e verso la cancellazione deontologica.

No wonder they cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke: that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home.

A good laugh is sunshine in the house.

We are Turks with the affections of our women; and have made them subscribe to our doctrine too. We let their bodies go abroad liberally enough, with smiles and ringlets and pink bonnets to disguise them instead of veils and yakmaks. But their souls must be seen by only one man, and they obey not unwillingly, and consent to remain at home as our slaves—ministering to us and doing drudgery for us.

When Ulysses saw his brother, a wonderful thing happened to his face. All the terror left his eyes, because now he was home

Of the unchanging things, the town in which you first saw the light is one of the most unchanging. It is always a place of monotony but at the same time, as you grow, change, go away, remember, return, and go away again, it is one of the most inexhaustibly rich places. And yet what it is is so nearly nothing, except for the dull, drab, lonely, lost objects of it, that you never know, each time you return to it, what it is that holds you so strongly to it.

War is no strife To the dark house and the detested wife.

And I'll be sworn 'tis true. Travelers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn 'em.

Oh, I would say, you've never understood me, Harry, that not out of vengeance have I accomplished all my sins but because something has always been close to dying in my soul, and I've sinned only in order to lie down in darkness and find, somewhere in the net of dreams, a new father, a new home.

But the hospital also offers the mild, oddly gratifying trauma of sudden stabilization—a transfer out of the too familiar surroundings of home, where all is anxiety and discord, into an orderly and benign detention where one's only duty is to try to get well.

would have looked more at home

No. My family lived back in Ohio. Still does, I reckon. I ain't seen 'em since I was twelve.

Our home was in a beautiful valley far back in the rugged Ozarks. The country was new and sparsely settled. The land we lived on was Cherokee land, allotted to my mother because of the Cherokee blood that flowed in her veins. It lay in a strip from the foothills of the mountains to the banks of the Illinois River in northeastern Oklahoma.

We build dwellings and thereafter they build us.

I want the home about me: candles burning, curtains drawn, warmth, tea, friendship, love.

I'm -- earthy. I don't look at a figure on a cross, I look at the things round me. Those are what I love; my husband, my child, my dog, my garden, my spinet, my bedroom, my home. Earthy. You see. But I have love overflowing for all those. Those are more important to me than a Man sitting on a throne in Heaven. I hope if I explain it to Him when I see Him, He'll come round to see it my way . . .

It was since he returned home that the evil eye of discontent had been on him, making empty air of his attempts to find a philosophy of his own, turning to ashes whatever he grasped.

I wish your husband well and hope he'll come home again to domestic bliss.

It's you and me," she said, "in our own house. Nothing between us—no interruption. Maybe it's because I'm just of common stock, but I want the home about me: candles burning, curtains drawn, warmth, tea, friendship, love. Those are what matter to me. This morning—even a few hours ago—I thought it was all gone forever.

There is no doubt that it is around the family and the home that all the greatest virtues, the most dominating virtues of human, are created, strengthened and maintained.

Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.

General Wavell feared that the policy of strict blockade of Jibuti favoured by Generals de Gaulle and Le Gentilhomme would merely stiffen its resistance. He proposed instead making an offer to admit sufficient supplies, such as milk for children, to prevent distress, to allow any troops wishing to join the Free French to do so and to evacuate the rest to some other French colony, and to negotiate for the use of the railway for supplying his own forces. But at home we took a different view.

The growth of the great antagonisms abroad was accompanied by the progressive aggravation of party strife at home.