313 Home Quotes

Happy bridegroom, Hesper brings All desired and timely things. All whom morning sends to roam, Hesper loves to lead them home. Home return who him behold, Child to mother, sheep to fold, Bird to nest from wandering wide: Happy bridegroom, seek your bride.

Some men are born husbands; they have a passion for domesticity, for a fireside, for a home. Yet, curiously, these men very rarely stay at home. Apparently what they want is to have a place to get away from.

I'm the type who'd be happy not going anywhere as long as I was sure I knew exactly what was happening at the places I wasn't going to. I'm the type who'd like to sit home and watch every party that I'm invited to on a monitor in my bedroom.

We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie; Home's a long, long way from us. I feel a dirty wind blowing; Devils and dust.

Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.

The earth is my altar, the sky is my dome, mind is my garden, the heart is my home and I'm always at home - yea, I'm always at Om.

Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since.

My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.

My theory on housework is, if the item doesn't multiply, smell, catch fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one else cares. Why should you?

A minister has to be able to read a clock. At noon, it's time to go home and turn up the pot roast and get the peas out of the freezer.

If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.

Home life as we understand it is no more natural to us than a cage is natural to a cockatoo.

Like the East Side tenement, our house was seldom without the sound of music or laughter or questions being asked or stories being told.

Science has taught us to lengthen life. Now we must learn to make a longer life worth living. Older people deserve choices that let us live out our days as we wish. We've seen people making such choices all over America, and we realize what we might have known from the start: For most of us, there really is no place like home.

Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air; And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair; And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome; But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.

When the virus of restlessness begins to take possession of a wayward man, and the road away from Here seems broad and straight and sweet, the victim must first find himself a good and sufficient reason for going.

My home is not a place, it is people.

Housekeeping ain't no joke.

Detroit turned out to be heaven, but it also turned out to be hell.

A person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person.

I have been very happy with my homes, but homes really are no more than the people who live in them.

I don't like to discuss my marriage, but I will tell you something which may sound corny but which happens to be true. I have steak at home. Why should I go out for hamburger?

What captivity has been to the Jews, exile has been to the Irish. For us, the romance of our native land begins only after we have left home; it is really only with other people that we become Irishmen.

A man builds a fine house; and now he has a master, and a task for life: he is to furnish, watch, show it, and keep it in repair, the rest of his days.

We have found, in our country, that when people have the right to make decisions as close to home as possible, they usually make the right decisions.

Books that you may carry to the fire, and hold readily in your hand, are the most useful after all.

You belong somewhere you feel free.

If you get far enough away you'll be on your way back home.

Your street, rich street or poor Used to always be sure, on your street There's a place in your heart you know from the start Can't be complete outside of the street Keep moving on through the joy and the pain Sometimes you got to look back To the street again Would you prefer all those castles in Spain? Or the view of your street from your window pane?

Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening.

A good laugh is sunshine in the house.

My birthplace was California, but I couldn't forget Armenia, so what is one's country? Is it land of the earth, in a specific place? Rivers there? Lakes? The sky there? The way the moon comes up there? And the sun? Is one's country the trees, the vineyards, the grass, the birds, the rocks, the hills and summer and winter? Is it the animal rhythm of the living there? The huts and houses, the streets of cities, the tables and chairs, and the drinking of tea and talking? Is it the peach ripening in summer heat on the bough? Is it the dead in the earth there?

Christmas is here: Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill. Little care we; Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany Tree.

I have been to the place, Armenia. There is no nation there, but that is all the better. But I have been to that place, and I know this: that there is no nation in the world, no England and France and Italy, and no nation whatsoever.

'Living with a woman is going to be really tough. They tend to be really domesticated, you know. They fold things and clean things and know what they are going to have for dinner several hours before it's time to eat.'

Can I quit now? Can I come home?

For my birthday I got a humidifier and a de-humidifier...I put them in the same room and let them fight it out...then I put wax in the humidifier...now my room's all shiny.

Jagger had gone through there. Harley also went through. Somewhere he did not know, somewhere whose existence he had not guessed.: Somewhere that wasn't the house.:

The little white dove Has returned to the ark with the bough; And now the turtle-dove Its desired mate On the green banks has found. ~ 34

The thundering waves are calling me home to you The pounding sea is calling me home to you

A painting hangs on an ivy wall Nestled in the emerald moss The eyes declare a truce of trust And then it draws me far away Where deep in the desert twilight Sand melts in pools of the sky When darkness lays her crimson cloak Your lamps will call me home

motherland cradle me close my eyes lullaby me to sleep keep me safe lie with me stay beside me don't go, don't you go

I can't hold on very long Forgive me, pretty baby, but I always take the long way home

Most people, brought much more than this when they traveled. Perhaps because they were insecure, and needed to surround themselves with familiar things, or to feel that they had many choices to make each day when they dressed, so they didn't have to be so frightened or feel so powerless. Obviously that was not Hunahpuh's problem. He apparently never felt fear at all, or perhaps never regarded himself as a stranger. How remarkable it would be to feel at home in any place. I wish I had that gift

You don't burn the house you want to dwell in. You don't sink the boat on which you ride

Ah me, why did they build my house by the road to the market town? ~ 4

'Home is where Gauri and the children are...' - Shahrukh Khan

'I've collected a lot of balls for him and he loves playing with them. Aryan also loves dancing to my songs. We have pillow fights and love jumping on the bed. We quite demented when we are together.' - Shahrukh

I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape/the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

Got a home on high Ain't nothing but a stranger in this world I'm nothing but a stranger in this world I got a home on high In another land So far away

[about his daughter] I'd rather she grew up here than grew up as an orphan,

We said there warn't no home like a raft, after all. Other places do seem so cramped up and smothery, but a raft don't. You feel mighty free and easy and comfortable on a raft.

Has somebody been working in your backyard?

This is a grassy ghetto, and no home.

A house is just a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get more stuff.

Mr Michener, as timeless as a stack of National Geographics, is the ultimate Summer Writer. Just as one goes back to the cottage in Maine, so one goes back to one's Michener.

I want everybody really lost, and I want us all to be at home there.

One of television's great contributions is that it brought murder back into the home, where it belongs.

Cat, n. A soft, indestructible automaton provided by nature to be kicked when things go wrong in the domestic circle.

Familles, je vous hais! foyers clos; portes refermees; possessions jalouses du bonheur.

'I have always drawn strength from being close to home.'

No success in public life can compensate for failure in the home.

Nothing now remains for us seven but to go back to Stable Hill, proclaim the truth, and take the adventure that Aslan sends us. (ch.9)

The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing - to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from - my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.

When she had done her work, she would go over to the chimney corner, and sit among the cinders.

Well, I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead They said, 'You'd better look alive.'

Everything must belong somewhere. I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.

The corn that I planted, the fields that I cleared, The flocks that I raised, and the cabin I reared; The wife of my bosom - Farewell to ye all! In the land of the stranger I rise or I fall.

Now if I lived in my land, which I do, if I lived in Iceland, if I lived in Greensland I'd still have Chinese children, but out of my ears my little grey baby hears.

'I like seeing experienced girls home.' 'But I'm not experienced!' 'You're not home yet!'

The House Beautiful is, for me, the play lousy.

The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant - and let the air out of their tires.

'We call Jasmine's room 'The Harem,' a sexy place, about which Dan never complained, even though his own possessions, his laptop PC and briefcase, for example, looked crazy in the environment, invasive and overcomplex, like Stealth bombers in SmurfWorld.'

This is where I came from, and I thank a merciful God that I am able to return.

In the true sense one's native land, with its background of tradition, early impressions, reminiscences and other things dear to one, is not enough to make sensitive human beings feel at home.

My choice is the old world - my choice, my need, my life.

'I see the whole world open before me; the only place that remains sealed off is Poland, and suddenly I feel the atmosphere so close about me that at times it is difficult to breathe.'

To make it in life, you and your wife need to be in the same business. That has been my problem all along. My wives didn't know what I was doing. I would come back home from the road to a stranger. That's no good.

Sir, if you are as happy in entering the White House as I shall feel on returning to Wheatland, you are a happy man indeed.

A man's house is his castle.

Her own mother lived the latter years of her life in the horrible suspicion that electricity was dripping invisibly all over the house.

One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering.

Ah! there is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.

Ez soshubble ez a baskit er kittens.

He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.

No hope. And the X-ray photographs under his arm Confirm the message. His wife stands timidly by. The opposite brick-built house looks lofty and calm, Its chimneys steady against the mackerel sky.

And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

More than anything, I love being with my family. I'm like a total homebody, just hanging out with my kids. (2004)

It's been very good to me, this country. It's been welcoming, and it's given me what I've always wanted - a really cool, simple life. (2003)

[In an interview] 'The snail lives the way I like to live; he carries his own home with him.'

Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife.

The Scarecrow listened carefully, and said, 'I cannot understand why you should wish to leave this beautiful country and go back to the dry, gray place you call Kansas.' 'That is because you have no brains' answered the girl. 'No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home.' The Scarecrow sighed. 'Of course I cannot understand it,' he said. 'If your heads were stuffed with straw, like mine, you would probably all live in the beautiful places, and then Kansas would have no people at all. It is fortunate for Kansas that you have brains.'