Quotes About Home

I have been alone since my husband died. I stay in my home. I don't date. It's hard to date when you're at home. Nobody knows you.

Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.

In my own house my voice don't carry from the kitchen to the toilet.

The Christian sees the world as a transitional home badly in need of rehab, and we are active agents in that project.

Have learned that the most precious thing is a place where you can be as you are, where someone can see you as your true self.

When we lay awake after making love I could hear the sleepy birds settling in their nests in the thatch. We had a little pallet bed, a table and two stools, a fireplace where we warmed up our dinner from the palace, and nothing more. We wanted nothing more.

Harry could come and go as he pleased; he was always a visitor in his own home. He never belonged to Wideacre as I belonged. Only Papa, the land and I were the constant elements in my life. Papa, the land and I had been inseparable since the first time I had seen Wideacre in its wonderful wholeness from between the hunter's ears. Papa, the land and I would be here forever.

They'll have to come back home in their PJs! Beth cried happily. What if they don't wear pajamas? Caroline asked. Then they'll have to come home in their underwear, said Eddie. What if they don't sleep in their underwear? Caroline asked mischievously. Then they'll have to walk home stark naked! said Eddie, and the girls whooped.

Dad," he said later after all the company had gone and he and his father were picking up the wrapping paper. "Have you ever thought about living somewhere else?" "Where did you have in mind, Wally?" asked his father. "You want me to move down the block, maybe?

If I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own backyard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with. —Dorothy, The Wizard of Oz

A house that has a library in it has a soul.

Fanny Price leaves the poverty of her Portsmouth home to be brought up among the family of her

And in that moment, Grace understood something that she would never forget: Home wasn't just a building or an apartment with a roof and beds and chairs inside. Home was with her family, wherever they were.

Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.

I could hear my dad honking his horn impatiently down on the street. I... uh... used to live in your house, I found myself answering. And then I turned and ran full speed down to the street.

Running now. Running blindly, my heart thudding. Running home. Covered in thick, black fur. Running in panic, in shame. In fear.

I've been home the whole time. Watching you. What do we do with a troublemaker?

I didn't know that carrying the old typewriter home would totally ruin my life. I dragged the typewriter into the ranch house where I live.

I should have asked him where he lives, I thought. I'll have to remember for next time. Then I had an idea. I'll follow him home, I decided. I turned and trotted along the path. I could hear Joe's crunching footsteps a little up ahead. I slowed to a walk. I didn't want him to catch me following him. That would be so not cool.

Of course, neat and tidy Mindy can't stand the lawn ornaments. Neither can Mom. Every time Dad brings a new one home, Mom threatens to toss it into the garbage.

reason, my radiator makes a lot of banging and groaning. But

Welcome to Morganville.You'll never want to leave.And even if you do...well, you can't. Sorry about that.

He sounded harassed more than anything else, like mass home invasion was just something standing between him and morning coffee.

Right. That's the end of the line for you tonight. You're going home, I'm seeing you safe inside, and I'm going home to hide in a closet until this blows over. I suggest you do the same.