Home Quotes
It's not a homeless life for me, It's just that I'm home lessThan others like to be.
Have concern about where you're from, where you live, and where you may travel. The village is global.
But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes.
Go where the situation takes you, but never forget where you came from, where you belong and the direction of where you entered in.
Some may decide to build homes somewhere new, and others have homes that await them. Like a break in a relationship, we simply needed some time apart to be better for the future.
What's happened has happened. You can't change the past. All you can do is work on making a brighter future.
A future as lonely as the surface of the moon and still just the sight of him feels like a homecoming, like a song I used to know but forgot.
Life is only worth living because we hope it will get better and we'll all get home safely.
...definitely believe that, there's got to be a spark to a place...to make it feel like a home...
Who you are and what you believe in is your real home, the only home no one can take from you, the only home that will last.
The word ecology is derived from the Greek oikos, the word for home.
I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them asingle word: Home.
I dread the beginning of her new life more than words can tell, but I see some hope for her if she travels - none if she remains at home.
Inside my house, nobody was home, except everybody, but it was easy to feel like those were one and the same.
A part of my depression lies, I think, in my unanswered question: Where is home? I feel a sense, always, of trying to find my way back to a place that doesn't exist.
You don't know how many people have been strengthened because you asked God to encourage them
EVENTIDEDark and light strikingeach other, vividly etching wild colorsthrough the horizon.The charm of sunset makes me wantto scurry home.
Sticking to one person for a lifetime is not a waste of time or lack of better ones, it means you've found your place of eternity.
Sometimes our whole life is all about, not letting the fire that burns our homes down become the light that guides us home.
I have noticed a trend in premature deaths in the people that I know and the presence of streetlights outside of their homes.
But that's the thing, how you feel about the place that's home. About its sky, its air, its smell, the color of the light, the way the rain falls (or doesn't), whether it hot or cold.
You make me feel at home in my own skin, and that is one of the greatest gifts anyone has ever given me.
Home is not a place. Home is security, predictability, reliability, dependability, safety, permanence combined together.
Our stars are not where we last admired them. Our homes crumble and we don't know which place to long for.
They Served...reliving memoriesthat will not diegiving their allfor you and I -friends takenlives shaken...
But when she finally got the wings to fly she realized she had nowhere else to go to...
I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)
oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)
...gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)
...not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am.
In past wars only homes burnt, but this timeDon't be surprised if even loneliness ignites.In past wars only bodys burnt, but this timeDon't be surprised if even shadows ignite.
Imagination is the politics of dreams
old stories are like old friends (...) you have to visit them from time to time.
All the faces on the photographs have changed, To not confuse it all, the names remain the same
Home is the best place to teach young men and women about God’s kind of love.
Men demand much more than you think, " she would tell her enigmatically. "There's a lot of cooking, a lot of sweeping, a lot of suffering over little things beyond what you think.
Men? One never knows where to find them. The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their life very difficult.
Home is the place that expects the most of you, but still welcomes you at your worst. And she has always been my home, my Merminia.
People like my grandmother, who have no home but in memory, learn to be very skilled in the art of recollection.