Quotes About Home

I can't see myself as a very domesticated person, with a suburb house and stuff like that.

I grew up in Louisiana - a little suburb right outside of New Orleans - and I wouldn't have it any other way!

I grew up in Palm Springs, California, which is a suburb like a desert town, and I love it.

I grew up in Ohio. I was born in a suburb of Oakland, but I grew up in Ohio.

The suburb in the 1950s was a bedroom community. The father worked in the city, and the mother stayed home. Now people live and work in the suburbs, and businesses have grown up or moved from cities to certain pockets of what was once the suburbs and created these places that are like cities.

At the beginning, I really wanted to be home with my kid. I was a product of my generation. But in the suburbs, you are very isolated, really alone.

I grew up in Paris. Well, in the suburbs of Paris.

I was born in Paris, and I haven't moved, except until now - I live in the suburbs and I hate it.

I grew up in the suburbs north of Atlanta. I had an amazing childhood, and I still go back to my home in Atlanta often.

With my middle-class metabolism, the suburbs were where I always wanted to be.

I'm from Chicago, I live in Chicago and I wanted very much for the music in Chicago to succeed.

Modelland was once her home... home... home, But foolish lust we don't condone... done... done, Now a cursed and cracked gemstone... stone... stone, Modelland is not her home.

Zu Hause sein. Was heißt das? Es heißt, dass da jemand ist, den alles, was du erlebt hast und noch erleben wirst, interessiert.

What I love most about my home is who I share it with.

pWhen your parents pass away, you have no home at all - only your children do.

When your parents pass away, you have no home at all - only your children do.

Home is the hanky-panky of memory - honeyed, quilted - a fabulous once-upon-a-time lull.

It's always nice to have someplace to come home to. At best, it's a place where you can rest and be refreshed by familiar surroundings and well-loved people. At worst, at least you remember why you wanted to go away on adventures in the first place.

He is patriotic but not sentimental so Mom and I think the placement is ironic but it stays because Dad sometimes feels like a minority in his own home.

I've always felt weird about coming to Nigeria. Everything is always so overwhelming and aggressive from the moment we step out of the airport and into a country that my father loves so deeply he had to run away from it. But I've never had a choice. No one has ever asked me. Each summer, my father's momentum dragged us all home.

Home is, I suppose just a child's idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place to feel safe.

It wasn't that easy to leave your established home, the place made sacred by the graves of your parents, and move on to who knew where.

There is something in a man's fate that has eyes that remember whether he has someone to come home to or not.

The sun Is a leaping fire Too hot To go near, But it will still Lie down In warm yellow squares On the floor Like a flat Quilt, where The cat can curl and purr.