Quotes About Home

The kitchen really is the castle itself. This is where we spend our happiest moments and where we find the joy of being a family.

los jóvenes emigran pero a veces les viene un dolor en el pecho que se llama nostalgia cuando reciben cartas de aquel barrio lejano tienen listo un secante para chupar las lágrimas algunos resolvieron quedarse pese a todo otros dijeron basta para siempre hay jóvenes que emigran / dicen chau los que se quedan tiemblan en silencio.

Soon, the two of them would leave this spot. . . walk into the house and into a whole changed world. . .

Cornelia—who was in town dropping off her children at her parents' house for a week of, as she put it, "unfettered joy, limitless pie, and irreversible spoiling

As Will stood watching Pen, just before he turned away, his initial astonishment shifted into something quieter. Soon, she will see me; we'll sit someplace and talk, he thought. He felt like a kid who falls asleep on a long car trip, wakes up, and looks out the window to find that he's in a new place, or home, and that it's morning.

You mean you're not on your way home?" asked Pen. Will could hear the joy in her voice. "Not unless you mean you," he told her. "I'm on my way to you.

And then, one day, Edith gave me a house.

I know the pull of a dark, complicated man, the kind who has trouble loving anyone but you. But let me tell you this: the ones who look like home are home.

GWGs [girls with glasses] aren't happy being nomads; they need a safe place to put their glasses while they sleep.

The farmhouse sat on a rise at the end of a long dirt road, in a clearing surrounded by fruit trees and ninety acres of pines. It was painted white, and peeling, and some former hippie tenant had painted a mandala on the wall just inside the door with fine-point Magic Marker. I painted over it, but it bled through, again and again. I finally left it there, a pale and pastel version of itself, hanging ghostlike in the hall.

I do not understand how anyone can live without one small place of enchantment to turn to.

He set down the milk pails to rest and stared at the bright house. This was a man's great joy, to come at nightfall after his day's work to a lighted house. . . . and his beloved was waiting for him with food and warmth and comfort.

Doc said, 'That's man-nature, Ma'am. Three things bring a man home again—his bed, his woman, and his dinner.

Ma Baxter rocked complacently. They were all pleased whenever she made a joke. Her good nature made the same difference in the house as the hearth-fire had made in the chill of the evening.

Home is where you are loved the most and act the worst.

As you create a home, don't get distracted with a lot of things that have no meaning for you or your family. Don't dwell on your failures, but think of your successes. Have joy in your home. Have joy in your children. Have joy in your husband. Be grateful for the journey.

He had a stationary bike with a full bar just in front of it, which his girlfriend, Carlotta Monti, said "provided incentive.

If you want to be certain, you should never get married. You should never change jobs. In fact, you might as well just stay home. Because I don't know anybody who is certain. That need to be certain is just procrastination.

For the present, it is easier for us to turn away. Our repulsion, you see, will not spur us to revolt until this plague moves much closer to home.

Our city hobgoblins Infest my home at night

I don't cook - I can cook - but I'm not very good. I like being asked over for dinner, because she can't cook either. We would starve if it weren't for modern technology. I know how to work a microwave, but love home cooked meals.

the "environment" is not a place we vacation to gaze at warblers, but our home, the one and only garden that feeds us. In

Music. Wine. A cigar. The small luxuries of life are how we survive what the mind can't fathom." "You sound like you do a lot of thinking in your shop," Pino said, wiping the sweat from his eyes. Luigi laughed. "A lot of thinking. A lot of talking. A lot of reading. It is . . ." The joy left his voice. "It was my home.

front of her modest home