Quotes About Home

A good laugh is sunshine in the house.

Happy Mind, Happy Home

Bury me where I die.

The only sacred home, you can live lies in your pure heart.

Being in home is like magic moments, in a magic world, among magicians.

If misfortune finds us, it will not find a home among us, for our hearts will give it no berth, as we birth the fortunes, misfortune missed.

East or West, Home is BestNorth or South, Hand to Mouth

Work, home, or play we should all aspire to inspire everyday.

I profoundly believe that the power of food has a primal place in our homes that binds us to the best bits of life.

In painting, you have unlimited power. You have the ability to move mountains. You can bend rivers. But when i get home the only thing i have power over is the garbage.

If you stayed at home, you might not get the opportunity to go to that place again. But if you went, you could always com back.

But mostly, when I look back, what I remember is not Mom rushing about; it's Mom sitting quietly in the center of the house, in the living room, under the swirling colors of a Paul Jenkins painting; there would be a fire in the fireplace and a throw over her lap, her hands sticking out to hold a book. And we all wanted to be there with her and Dad, reading quietly too.

the apartment is an oasis - of civility, kindness, and elegance.

If you live in a good neighborhood, you drive home and there's a bank. There's grocery stores and big houses - but no motels. What that tells you psychologically is you protect your money and buy good things for your family to eat in your nice big house.

I remember when I was 11, I told my mom, 'One day I'm going to buy you a house.' And she said, 'Boy, don't you be making promises you can't keep.' I was like: 'No, Ma, it's not a promise. I'm going to buy you a house one day.'

Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss — sweeter this Than any other thing!

The green jackets were the exclusive attire of the past champions of the Masters tournament. This was their one night of the year to wear them. And no one was allowed to take them home.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

How much a dunce that has been sent to roamExcels a dunce that has been kept at home!

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,And, while the bubbling and loud-hissing urnThrows up a steamy column, and the cups,That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful ev'ning in.

Remember the rights of the savage, as we call him. Remember that the happiness of his humble home, remember that the sanctity of life in the hill villages of Afghanistan, among the winter snows, is as inviolable in the eye of Almighty God, as can be your own.

There is no place like your own meaning there's no place like home

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar...