Quotes About Home

Though working in the kitchen is soothing, I'm glad I don't have to cook all the time. Then it would be work.

You ride like a centaur," he said tartly. "And almost stopped my heart in the process." Her eyes widened with such innocence that he knew she was baiting him. Grinning, he dismounted and opened the gate. "After what you've achieved today, I suppose you're entitled to your fun. But if I have gray hairs tomorrow, it will be your fault." She took off for home at an easy trot, her enchanting laughter floating behind her.

A house is just a bunch of lumber and nails, Hattie. It's just a thing. Never fall in love with anything that can't love you back.

We should have made do at home. We threw away so much food." Ricky says, "We ran out of ketchup," and the rest of them concur. No ketchup, no dinner.

Jessamy stayed behind, angry that Alistair seemed not to understand how important it was to her to have their own home. For years they had had to meet in secret until her divorce came through from Fabian Montague, her former husband. These were years during which Romaine had known Alistair as her uncle, while she was really his child. Why could he not understand her need for them to be in their own home, not in a busy dispensary-cum-hospital, where there would be sick and dying people?

We ended up in America by default, so it'll never really be our home.

She waved me to a plaid couch in the middle of the living room floor. I eased down and looked around the sorry place. The odor of stale turnip greens was so thick, it seemed like it was seeping through the walls. Every piece of furniture looked like it belonged in the city dump, especially a chair with no legs facing the couch...If Betty Jean hadn't been so cheerful, I would have felt sorry for her.

Homily would renew it at intervals when it became available upstairs, but since Aunt Sophy

I know it's wrong to generalize, but some cultures encourage certain traits, and the ones the iMozani'i culture promotes are ones I happen to like, so I felt right at home from the word go.

Give us a song to cheer        Our weary hearts,               a song of home,        And friends we love so dear.

I doubt if there are many normal women who can resist looking at houses. I believe, in fact, that when a house is up for sale more than half the people who look over it are not prospective buyers, but merely ladies who cannot resist exploring someone else's house.

Sweet is the smile of home; the mutual look When hearts are of each other sure; Sweet all the joys that crowd the household nook, The haunt of all affections pure. J. KEBLE.

My father was a soldier and my mother was a great mover. She once counted up how many places she had lived in during the first 25 years of her marriage and it came to 20.

And it's California, where everything is powerfully strange. Everyone wants it to be home. Everyone left where he or she was from with dreams of transformation. Everyone runs away to California at least once, or at least all the lonely, hungry people do.

Navigation, you see, is not just a problem for sailors. Everyone must go adventuring sooner or later, yet finding one's way home is not easy. Just like the North Star and all its whirling, starry brethren, a person's idea of where 'home' is remains in perpetual motion, one's whole life long. Home was more than a house, even if the house was very grand.

Natural and necessary desires were known as the "chief goods" by Philodemus of Gadara—who taught Epicurean philosophy in the first century. These include safety, a home, warm relations, food, water, health, and happiness.

The moon and sun are eternal travelers. Even the years wander on. A lifetime adrift in a boat or in old age leading a tired horse into the years, every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. —Bash?: Oku-no-hosomichi

sometimes you find your path gets blocked, and you have to take a step back – back home, even – to move forward.

Read Emily Dickinson. Read Graham Greene. Read Italo Calvino. Read Maya Angelou. Read anything you want. Just read. Books are possibilities. They are Escape Routes. They give you options when you have none. Each one can be a home for an uprooted mind.

That was the whole point of home, the comfort of a perfectly effortless existence.

Just read. Books are possibilities. They are escape routes. They give you options when you have none. Each one can be a home for an uprooted mind.

But I guess I'm already there I come home—she lifted up her wings Guess that this must be the place. —TALKING HEADS, "THIS MUST BE THE PLACE

Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition. James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room

This biggest and most profound shift happened not be becoming richer or more successful or more famous or by being amid the glaciers and polar bears of Svalbard. It happened by waking up in the exact same bed, in the same grotty damp apartment with its dilapidated sofa bed and yucca plant and tiny potted cacti and bookshelves and untried yoga manuals.