Quotes About Home

If you are really positive, pick up the stones people throw on your way to success and store them for making your house one day.

Home can go from being the best place on earth to the worst place in the space of about 20 nanoseconds.

Ever since you have come into my life, I yearn to come back home and see your lovely smile.

Being in your arms makes me feel like I can never be lost again.

Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where your headed.

I might travel far to seek what I need, but I always return home to realize where it really is.

That word between us, Ithaca, like the breaking of a spell.

For me these four years had been an abundance, time that had been wrested from the hands of the miserly fates. But for them it was a life stolen: from children and wives, from family and home.

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. What is that if not a bad life? Luring others to you, then turning from them?

Begitukah semua orang, yang begitu lama meninggalkan negerinya, sehingga mereka tak betah lagi dimana pun, baik Belanda maupun di Hindia? Atau, kita akan terbiasa lagi, bila saja mempunyai keluarga, sebuah home?

Ten men waiting for me at the door? Send one of them home, I'm tired.

A man in the house is worth two on the street.

Listen to me, Ria. It will be different when you and I have a home. It will be a real home, one that people will want to come running back to.

Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets. It is fretful with memory, faces and places and times gone by. Beloved images rise up in disobedience and make a mirror for emptiness.

Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets. It is fretful with memory, faces and places and times gone by. Beloved images rise up in disobedience and make a mirror for emptiness. Then what resentful wonder, and what half-aimless seeking. It is a silly state of affairs. It is a silly creature that tries to get a smile from even the most familiar and loving shadow. Comical and hopeless, the long gaze back is always turned inward.

You could say that an exile was a person who knew of a country that made all other countries seem strange.

She wanted to be at home, crowded in with her beloved Parisian-themed knickknacks—all her I LOVE PARIS plaques, miniature Eiffel Towers. All of her passwords and e-mail addresses were variants on Paris, a city she would never see.

The smell of his grandparents' home is always the same: a mix of woodsmoke, polish, leather, wool.

roses. You'll enjoy both the scent and the flowers as you relax and entertain. Planting roses around the mailbox or lamp post and along walks and drives also makes your home inviting.

Maggie Shayne

I prepare my portrait for my woman to hang on a wall when I die. she says: Is there a wall to hang it on? I say: We'll build a room for it. Where? In any house.

Words are a homeland.

After five years of marriage their idea of a really pleasant evening was to be at home, alone, help each other make a good dinner and then sit for a long time and eat and drink and talk.

The ownership of computers in the home is far less than the statistics show, because usually when the computer breaks down once, that is the end of it for a long, long time. They do not have the money or incentive to get the computer repaired.