Quotes About Home

Home to them was wherever he was.

But she also saw that the Boyds were people whose love came with added sourness—and maybe, as a result, their son had developed the capacity for unspeakable sadness, and who could blame him? Dennis and Jules had both come from families that hadn't really felt good. This they'd shared, and when they'd come together it was to make a home that did feel good, and even sometimes to say: Fuck you, disappointing families.

Walking into someone's house was like entering their body. You saw what they were made of, and what they had been stewing in all this time.

Who could say why a family decided to have a certain style, to tell the jokes it did, to put up its particular refrigerator magnets?

I will not tell her that you sold our family home in Newport without telling me and then left me in the cold with nothing because you were so jealous that Charles preferred me. I will not do this because you are all May has left. She

I wasn't sure I was ready to go home. I believed that this city was magical. That it sang to me. And it seemed to me that once you happened upon magical places you should stay there, happily ever after.

This book is for a black light, a bottom bunk and a hug, For a doorway, a pair of kicked-off shoes and the width of a kitchen table, And as ever and always, for a blue bathrobe, a million miles of legs and a whole lot of hair. Everything that came before you is a memory, but you are the real and constant thing.

When I'm at school in the city, I don't feel particularly worldly or wise. It's only when I come back home that I remember exactly why I left.

As we kissed, it was as if I were returning to somewhere safe. We kissed, and it was like coming home after a long, grueling odyssey. Marcus and I kissed, and kissed, and kissed, and I never wanted to leave this familiar place again.

The king lifted a hand to her cheek and kissed her. It was not a kiss between strangers, not even a kiss between a bride and groom. It was a kiss between a man and his wife, and when it was over, the king closed his eyes and rested his forehead in the hollow of the queen's shoulder, like a man seeking respite, like a man reaching home at the end of the day.

I craved . . . an ineffable state of being I can only describe as domestic integrity. This integrity has something to do with being able to not feel like an imposter in your home and, therefore, in your life.

A good heart is a beautiful home where you can always find peace!

A good library at home is a giant empire inside the house.

A house without security cannot be a home!

A little happy house is the strongest castle in this whole universe!

All is flux, nothing stays still, as Heraclitus said. By the time I wrote this, everything has changed in the universe; everything but the taste of the cakes baked at home!

Be it a house, be it a car or be it a little motorbike, there is always a place for the family!

Every house takes its light from the happiness inside the house! No happiness, no light!

For a water drop, the most beautiful house is a leaf; and for a man: The goodness! Let the goodness be your home you permanently live in!

However infinite the Universe may be, our true and practical universe is still the surroundings of the house we live in.

No flower wants to be at home when it is raining outside!

Some bridges are so beautiful that we wish them to be our own home!

God is at home, it's we who have gone out for a walk.

God is at home. We are in the far country.