Quotes About Home

Home is heaven and orgies are vile, But I like an orgy, once in a while.

When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window.

When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window. ~ Ogden Nash

There are some people at whom one only has to glance for one's throat to tighten and one's eyes to fill with tears of emotion. These people make one feel as if a stronger memory of our former innocence remains in them, as if they were a freak of nature, not entirely battered by the Fall. Perhaps they are messengers, like the servants who find a lost prince who's unaware of his origins, show him the robe that he wore in his native country, and remind him how to return home.

to someone from nowhere, every movement turns into a return

What a joy it is in life when you happen to have a clean, warm kitchen.

Everything in here was clean and bright, warm and cosy. What a joy it is in life when you happen to have a clean, warm kitchen.

Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,His first, best country ever is, at home.

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,My heart untravel'd fondly turns to thee;Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain,And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

When I come home and I'm tired from filming all day, I expect her to be there and make sure everything is cool for me. You know, like drawing my bath and helping me into bed.

Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?

Where we love is home, Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Could such a many-chambered edifice have stood a century and a half and not have had its passages of romance to bequeath their lingering legends to the after-time?... It was a great happiness to have been born in an old house haunted by such recollections, with harmless ghosts walking its corridors, with fields of waving grass and trees and singing birds...

Where we love is home — home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

To me luxury is to be at home with my daughter, and the occasional massage doesn't hurt.

For if a lover's face survives emblazoned on your heart, the world is still your home.

I missed my home - like the physicality of my home, I missed my friends and my family mostly and just hanging out and being in your home country - culturally it feels right and that is what I miss.

Home is where the people who live there need me to come home to them, and worry about me when I'm gone. There's no such place on this earth, no matter how far I drive.

A man does not belong to the place he was born in, but to the place he chooses to die.

The lights of the little café had signaled and called to his heart that, across the wasteland of the earth, there was home.

In terms of distance, the prodigal's pigsty is the farthest point from home; in terms of time, the pigsty is the shortest distance to the father's house.

The house in which the fourteen sisters of Emilio Montez O'brien lived, radiated femininity.

And like unoccupied heart's home, You'll fill the fragile shell, With wind, with whispers of the foam, And fog, and rain as well…

Por suerte uno tiene madre, el buen lugar al que parece que siempre queremos volver.