Quotes About Home

there is one place I'm comforted. I wake up there, and I go to sleep there; I am at peace there, and loved there: your subsuming arms. Tatiana

If they had stayed together for years, and he went off to war, and when he came back, their house had burned down, and she was gone, and he searched for her across the scorched South, and when he finally found her, he took her in his arms and pressed her to his lips. [...] He might say, I have searched behind the sun for you, at the bottom of the earth for you. [...] He might say, my love , I have found you again.

We're not nomads, we're not gypsies! We have a home!

Let woman out of the home, let man into it, should be the aim of education. The home needs man, and the world outside needs woman.

You have a cough? Go home tonight, eat a whole box of Ex-Lax - tomorrow you'll be afraid to cough.

Lo bueno del teletrabajo es que estás más con tu familia. Lo malo del teletrabajo es que estás más con tu familia.

if i win and you die, i dont have a home to go back to. you are my life.

The money means nothing to me. For that matter, the antique shop means nothing. It's simply a means to an end I want the farm, Stuart. Not for it's monetary value, but for its intrinsic value. It's my home. The only one I've really known, and I'll do anything to keep it." - Alyssa Mccord

Hvis Lone kom fra et hjem med klaver og jeg fra et hjem med kinopiano, er Marianne fra et hjem med munnharpe.

Basil was happy to have me home. He considered the manner in which I ignored him a kind of attention. He and I were not so different.

It was the one place that I knew more about than anyone else. I wondered if everyone needed such a place, if everyone could have such a place, if my daughter would ever have such a place.

cada uno a su casa y Dios a la de todos

Moral indignation is too precious an export to be wasted at home

I'm sorry we cannot help you get home to your dimension. We have a pressing mission to get cough-syrup to a dying planet.

He was a newspaperman,' he said, 'but there's some people who should never leave Savannah.

A prayer room is first and foremost a living room—a place where the Father waits for his children to come and climb into his arms.

There he is, three days after his fifth birthday, standing barefoot upon wet summer grass. He is staring at the house where he lives: the great good Irish place of whitewashed walls, long and low, with a dark slate roof glistening in the morning drizzle. Standing there, he knows it will turn pale blue when the sun appears to work its magic.

Just remember, it's an easy place to be at home in, Ireland. I think the people are very skilled at relating. I notice, watching the different nationalities on the mountain, the fluidity of interaction the Irish people have with the visitors, and with each other. It's a skill that's less developed in other nationalities, and it's so instinctive it doesn't even look like a skill.

I believe Love is the home we live in before incarnation and the home we return to when we die. This, for me, is one of the deepest meanings of the adage God is Love. I also believe that the more we recover our emotional natures, the more we are able to revisit this home throughout our lives.

Reagan inherited a prime interest rate of 20.5 percent, making it hard to start a new business or buy a new home or car. The top marginal income tax rate stood at 70 percent.

When we came and rented the North Perth home, my father had a little ice chest, and on top of the ice chest was a radio. And we were sitting at our lunch time on Sunday eating dinner after church, and my Mum says, 'Look where we've ended up. We've got a table cloth on our table, we've got food on our plate, and we're listening to music.' That was a big thing for my mother. - Mrs Helen Doropoulos, Greece

An Italian migrant once told me that … and he said, 'To be a migrant is both a curse and a blessing, because you will always hang between two countries.' This is a very good country, I quite enjoy it, it's fine, but I miss my country [Holland]. But I can't go back anymore my country's not my country anymore. Tinie Nieuwenhoven's, Dutch

Hey, I said, you can keep my things they've come to take me home

At home, my mother dabbed at her brow with a wet flannel she kept in the fridge for that purpose.