Quotes About Home

Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better

We find rest in those we love, and we provide a resting place in ourselves for those who love us.

Some feel the love; some understand it, and some sense it; but no matter what you do, love is always there if you search for it, and deep inside everyones heart you will find your home to sleep there forever and feel the heaven.

No matter where I am, no matter where I go, your heart is my northern light, I will always find my way home.

Having somewhere to go is what we call HOME. Having someone to love, who loves us in return, is what we call FAMILY. Having both: BLESSING.

You are my ground and you are my rainbow. You are my butterfly and you are my ecstasy. You are the start of my journeys and always my destination. You are my home - the place to which I always return.

A soldier doesn't fight because he hates the enemy in front of him, he fights because he loves what he left behind.

What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family.

You are my Prince and I am your Princess. One day our hearts will join as one, live happily in God's grace. We will decorate our home with peace and harmony, sprinkle it with lots of sweet hug and kisses, color it with lots of romance and paassionate love.

Such short little lives our pets have to spend with us, and they spend most of it waiting for us to come home each day. It is amazing how much love and laughter they bring into our lives and even how much closer we become with each other because of them.

It didn't matter how big our house was; it mattered that there was love in it.

The new songs leaned heavily on mother and home (and the leaving of same), lonely wandering in the cruel, cruel world, and dying wishes. The songs also owed much to the first great American tragedy, the Civil War.

they lay flat, fluff your pillows, and be on your way. See how fast that was? I make my bed as soon as I get up in the morning, even before I head to the bathroom

A man would prefer to come home to an unmade bed and a happy woman than to a neatly made bed and an angry woman.

You ever feel like home is the one place you can't go back to? It's like you promise yourself when you got out of bed and combed your hair that this evening, when I get back I'll be a different woman in a new place. And now you can't go back because the house expects something from you.

You ever feel like home is the one place you can't go back to? It's like you promise yourself when you got out of bed and combed your hair that this evening, when I get back I'll be a different woman in a new place. And now you can't go back because the house expects something from you.

Everybody lives in their own Jamaica and damn if that was ever going to be mine.

Sometimes there's someone who makes you feel so at home that you flourish.

He would stay with his brothers out of loyalty, fight alongside his clansmen out of pride, but if he died, it would be for Scotland, for his love of the barren, windswept moors and jagged corries he had been unable to call home for so many years and wanted so desperately to call home again. His passion was his strength, but it was also his greatest weakness.

This is war, despite what Drake or the Queen prefers to call it, and I want you safe, Isabeau. I want you home in England, safe.

bought her share. I stayed in that house for almost twenty years, almost always sharing it with at least one other person. I had learned that particular lesson well—that I was happier living with people, not being alone.

In this time, if there is an ominous conspiracy underway in the United States, it would be the silent massive suspicion of a conspiracy which threatens home, job, status, the accustomed order of life.

The poet's house was a city of glass:

Home to her was much more. It was the wild terrain of her mind. A world of hummingbirds and crickets and alabaster and dots on a disc of snow. To Emily Dickinson, home was consciousness itself—a continent of language where metaphor was her native tongue.