Quotes About Home

Nothing," she'd say, and go back to some busywork. But I knew what she was watching for. Colleen headed toward home, a small child's hand in hers. Love and reason have never been well acquainted.

There is a vastness beyond the farthest reaches of the mind. That vastness is my home; that vastness is myself. And that vastness is also love.

At home the children complained because I kept the thermostat at seventy-two degrees.

When your children are teenagers, it's important to have a dog so that someone in the house is happy to see you.

She surrounded herself with books at work and at home. Her living space was a testament to her first and abiding love with shelves jammed with books tables crowded with them. She saw them not only as knowledge entertainment comfort even sanity but as a kind of artful decoration.

When I moved to New York, I fell head over heels back into country music and probably 'cause I missed something about Texas.

Sometimes when you're trying to do a record too close to home, you can get really distracted.

Many a man who thinks to found a home discovers that he has merely opened a tavern for his friends.

I am looking for the people who have always been there, and belong to the places they live. The others I do not wish to see.

The purest human act, and a model for all human acts, is an informative, creative act which transforms a world that is merely objective, set against us, in which we feel lonely and frightened and unwanted, into a home.

Philosophy is properly home-sickness the wish to be everywhere at home.

Philosophy is really nostalgia, the desire to be at home.

Where are we really going? Always home.

i usedta live in the world then i moved to HARLEM & my universe is now six blocks

Turn up the lights—I don't want to go home in the dark.

There is one day that is ours. There is one day when all we Americans who are not self-made go back to the old home to eat saleratus biscuits and marvel how much nearer to the porch the old pump looks than it used to. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.

Evde oturmaya o kadar al??m???m ki sanki evden ç?k?nca gerçek bir dünyada ya?am?yorum.Evin d???nda her yer sanki ayn?,sanki bütün insanlar birbirine benziyor.Ne ac?kl? de?il mi?

The child in each of us Knows paradise. Paradise is home. Home as it was Or home as it should have been. Paradise is one's own place, One's own people, One's own world, Knowing and known, Perhaps even Loving and loved. Yet every child Is cast from paradise— Into growth and destruction, Into solitude and new community, Into vast, ongoing Change.

Can you find your way home, Lilith?" "We're an adaptable species," she said, refusing to be stopped, "but it's wrong to inflict suffering just because your victim can endure it.

Grief hit like that. Something would remind us of the past, of home, of a person, and then we would remember that it was all gone. The person was dead or probably dead. Everything we'd known and treasured was gone.

Then … Rufus's fear of death calls me to him, and my own fear of death sends me home.

Dad warned us all about water stations, trying to prepare us in case we ever went out and got caught far enough from home to be tempted to stop for water. His advice: "Don't do it. Suffer. Get your rear end home." Yeah.

God, I hate this place. I mean, I love it. It's home. These are my people. But I hate it. It's like an island surrounded by sharks—except that sharks don't bother you unless you go in the water. But our land sharks are on their way in. It's just a matter of how long it takes for them to get hungry enough.

The possibility of meeting a white adult here frightened me, more than the possibility of street violence ever had at home.