Quotes About Home

Sheila would know. She knew it all. Yes, she'd have an answer to that one too. . . . She'd come so far, Sheila had said, she'd gotten so much stronger I thought that she could make it on her own. She's a strong girl, Seymour. She's a crazy girl. She's crazy! She's troubled. And the father plays no role with the troubled daughter? I'm sure he played plenty of a role. I just thought something terrible had happened at home.

It's okay, Kyle. It's only air. You breathe it all the time. It's the same air we have at home.

my religion is home and all that attends it.

Is it better for you to have what you have now, this opportunity in another country, or is it better for you to be with the people who will always love you no matter what?

If you like judging, please: be a lawyer. Run a dog show. There's a whole lot of jobs if judging is your passion in life. But take my advice: if you want to be happy, keep your judging professional. And don't start putting in practice at home.

everyone in our school has afterschool activities. mine is going home.

So many of us had to make our own families. So many of us had to pretend when we were home. So many of us had to leave. But every single one of us wishes we hadn't had to. Every single one of us wishes our family had acted like our family, that even when we found a new family, we hadn't had to leave the other one behind. Every single one of us would have loved to have been loved unconditionally by our parents.

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home

Eventually she fell asleep, but I kept the phone against my ear, lulled by her breathing, and her breathing again in the background. And yes, it felt like home. Like everything belonged exactly where it was.

yesterday, n. You called to ask me when I was coming home, and when I reminded you that I wasn't coming home, you sounded so dissapointed that I decided to come home.

When I leave my own house, there's always a part of me that stays behind, waiting for me to get back. That's what makes it my home - that feeling that a part of me is always waiting for me there.

We're librarians, sir. And we will not let you check out this future librarian unless your prove to us that you'll take good care of him when he's in your home.

We will get home full of others people shame. What are we saying is what we did see. And what did we do? We acted blind and we moved on. That is not the gospel.

More than anything else, we want to fit into our own families.

No treaty but trenches all quiet years to years home in no man's land.

My identity walks the wires for me, all around the world. The body is now the afterthought. The birthplace, not the home.

Hang out? his mother said. Sweetheart, laundry hangs out.

Intellectually I know free speech will prevail--it almost always does--and I know that some good conversations come out of it. But it's still harrowing to have to face such intolerance on your home ground, and it never feels good to know that people have to go through that.

is where I am destined to live.

You leave the place you're from, you have to. But you also need to have it stay in you for a long time. It is your center.

The house is a place where things can go wrong.

What do you want? The answer to that is both simple and very complicated. To sit down somewhere without worrying that he soon has to run off again. To talk to people who do not shun him. To smell the air exhaled by a woman. To eat the food she hands him and see the flutter of her hands as she talks. To go home.

The prospect of going home again scared them. They couldn't imagine how they could ever settle to it. How they could just walk around the streets and pretend to be normal, look women in the eye again after what they had done and seen, ride on trams, sit at a table with a white cloth, and control their hands and just slowly eat. It was the little things that scared them. The big things you could hide in. It was little ones that gave a man away.

Security is having a home town. - Charles Schulz