Quotes About Home

She was his compass. His true north. She'd showed him the way home.

here's a thing I've learned: Perfection is deception. An illusion. It's a carefully curated but false narrative. The golden family you think you know from the luxury home down the street—they're not who you believe they are. They have faults, secrets. Sometimes dark and terrible ones.

Charles Dickens once said that "Home" is simply a name, a word, but it's a strong one; stronger than any magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration. And when I saw Blake again after we thought he'd died, as I held his son's hand in that hospital room, I finally understood how, sometimes, "Home" is not a place. It's a person . . .

wonder if something like that can leave a DNA fingerprint of sorts. Something that creates a physical longing in one for a place in order to feel whole.

The familiarity of home always outweighed the danger. Deadly mistake, that.

She prefers to just return home to a sparkling-clean house and believe the house fairies have been there. That's what her mom always called the cleaning service when Daisy was little. House fairies.

Yeah. A mom, dad, a kid brother. A house you've lived in, like, forever. Good friends all over the neighborhood. Knowing everyone. Going on family vacations around the world. It's, like, a Hollywood movie family.

I can't imagine dating a boy, meeting him only outside the home. What's a home and family for if it's not the center of one's life?

Like charity, I believe glamour should begin at home.

What I resent most about the foster care system is that workers never made any genuine effort to reunite me with my family or at least help me to develop a relationship. I feel like I haven't been at home for 5 years because home to me was a little rundown farmhouse where I lived with my father and my brother. If child welfare systems are really in the business for the welfare of children, then my only advice would be to treat them as you would treat your own children.

True orphans" are those whose parents have died and no relative claims them. But today, children are being removed from their homes as "economic orphans.

Whenever a property was about to go on the market, Ronan's advice to the owners was to declutter as much as they could cope with and remove all family photos from view. Potential buyers needed to be able to picture themselves in their new home, he always explained, and photographs of other people and their families were a distraction.

Come home with me tonight, Becca. She stared at him for a long beat. You don't like people in your space. I don't, he said. But you're not people.

Mallory Quinn was sweet, warm, and caring. She was a white picket fence and two-point-four kids. She was a diamond ring. She was someone's keeper.

You can work on an airplane but you can't fix anything here at the house?" "Yeah, well, I'm an enigma," she said. "An annoying one. Just ask anyone in my family.

Formica countertops," she said as if she'd discovered asbestos.

JANE: Are you flirting with me? LEVI: Depends on if you liked it. LEVI: …. JANE: Okay, maybe I liked it a little. Leave me a text on where to find you. I'm going to go home and change first. LEVI: Don't change on my account. I like you just the way you are.

I am the opposite of most people: for me home is work and work is home. I breathe a sigh of relief when I am buried under the weight of immense work obligations, and I vibrate with anxiety when I imagine this thing called relaxing with a cup of tea.

Home is where, when you go there and tell people to get out, they have to leave.

I found him in a Dumpster one day when he was a kitten and he promptly adopted me. Despite my struggles, Mister had been an understanding soul, and I eventually came to realize that I was a part of his little family, and by his gracious consent was allowed to remain in his apartment. Cats. Go figure.

Here had lived someone else who knew that the only thing waiting at home was a sense of loneliness. Sometimes it is comforting. Most often, it isn't.

Tavi looked wildly around the courtyard, and when his gaze flicked toward them, his face lit witha ferocious smile. Uncle Bernard! Uncle Bernard! he shouted, pointing at Doroga. He followed me home! Can we keep him?

Am I going to be able to provide a real home for her, man? An education? A real life? What's her college application going to look like: 'Raised on Spooky Island by wizard with GED, please help'?

I... drew out the gun I kept at home, a great big old Dirty Harry Callahan number that weighed about seventy-five thousand pounds.