Quotes About Home

I do not know how long 'twill be, nor what the future holds for me, but this I know, if Jesus leads me, I shall get home someday . . .

The garden was Adam's house, but Eve was his home and his companion in achieving his true purpose. Earth's first love story is not only its most famous but also its most tender and inspiring. It is a story about the use of agency, love, companionship, and the making of a home.

One soldier wrote home saying that he and his peers sought to kiss her shadow.

Thierry had no idea why they were called French doors. His native countrymen weren't stupid enough to put them in their homes.

She could stay invisible forever. She didn't completely understand her power, but she was beginning to understand who she was. Goddess , she thought, and her molecules formed a smile before she rode the breeze with arc-shaped leaps, like a dolphin, up and down toward home.

They looked for one another when nothing else was happening, the way you pick up a magazine or look in the cupboard for a snack. Not exactly by accident and not exactly on purpose. You could go out in the world and do new things and meet new people, and then you could come home and just sit on the stoop with someone you had never not known, and watch lightning bugs blink on and off.

No man, even if he is sixty yrs of age ought to live more than three months at a time from his family...

Let them use at home economy where it is a virtue, but do not let them disgrace themselves abroad by narrowness....What a fool do I look like to be accoutered and stand here for 4 hours only to be spoken to by royalty.

I never desired so much land unless we could have lived upon it.

Disappointment isn't proof that God is withholding good things from us. Sometimes it's His way of leading us Home.

By April 1990, Alan and Jessica had lived with his parents for nearly two months. They decided to move, however. The best place was Hoover, into Jessica's mother and stepfather's house. Sam was a month old. Living in Hoover would be more

One of the reasons why Nicole's life at home appeared so disenchanting was that she had set the bar of happiness out of reach. Nothing else, "except him," she wrote in her journal the day after the argument, would suffice.

for reading, once begun, quickly becomes home and circle and court and family, and indeed, without narrative, I felt exiled from my own country. By the transport of books, that which is most foreign becomes one's familiar walks and avenues; while that which is most familiar is removed to delightful strangeness; and unmoving, one travels infinite causeways, immobile and thus unfettered.

I know that war is very cruel and that life is harder when you aren't able to live in the place you called home.

We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes.

Of course my flesh reaches for the earth. That is where it belongs.

you may have what girls you like in the field, but you will bring none home, for only I will hold sway in your halls.

He talked so often of longing for us and home. But it was lies. When he was back on Ithaca he was never content, always looking to the horizon. Once we were his again, he wanted something else.

It was to have been a quiet evening at home.

I don't like it anymore around here, Meyer. I want to go home. Every time I get blown up by a bomb I get that same feeling. I want to go home.

You are the son of a kind, strong, and engaged Father, a Father wise enough to guide you in the Way, generous enough to provide for your journey. His first act of provision happened before you were even born, when he rescued you through the life, death, and resurrection of our elder brother, Jesus of Nazareth. Then he called you to himself—perhaps is calling you even now—to come home to him through faith in Christ.

I felt like a germ that had landed, like the first penicillin microbe, not only in a culture where it was totally at home, totally nourished; but in a situation in which it was infinitely significant.

And if heroic figures, in days that never were, seem to startle out from their surroundings in fashion unbecoming to a Forsyte of the Victorian era, we may be sure that tribal instinct was even then the prime force, and that 'family' and the sense of home and property counted as they do to this day, for all the recent efforts to 'talk them out.

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