Where Is Home Quotes

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Windows 10 on both an old 2011 upgraded computer and a new 2016 computer was an excruciating experience

There are many sadnesses in the hearts of men who are far away from their countries.

The now reality is our only home, where everything already is. There is no other home we came from, and we might think we shall return to.

Houses are built brick-by-brick. HOMEs are built word-by-word. Houses don't build themselves. So YOU must build your home

Home does not have to be a place, but a feeling. Once one figures out how to find this feeling in multiple places they will always feel at home with them self.

I have no emotions. I just stand there, in the rubble of my life.This… this was my home. If it were a person, this would be a gaping chest wound, the kind no one can recover from.

If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.

A house doesn't become a home until love moves in.

A good wife is Royal in Heart. She is a crown to her husband, and pride to the home where she was raised. She is called a W.I.F.E because she is a Woman In Full Effect.

What are you worried about, Burke?""You, me, fall, friends, college, life. Nothing big.

Alone at home, Washing dishes while thinking about her thatHow beautiful it would’ve been if she was here.

But beautiful girl above all beautiful girls, ' he wrote back, 'This is my home.

…there’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you’re special, even though you know you’re not.

The more love and support your child receives, the richer his or her life becomes, and nurses can certainly add to the circle of love surrounding your child.

Managing in-home nursing is not always easy. It can be terribly frustrating sometimes, and it can take a while to feel like everything is under control, but success is possible.

Just because you have stolen someone's heart, luckily owned and occupied as a home, doesn't give you the audacity to enforce hurtful policies.

I unwrapped my love for her like one might unwrap leftovers. Gotta eat up the old stuff first, as a cannibal might say in a retirement home.

You thought you knew what food was, you thought it was elemental. You forgot how much restaurant there was in restaurant food and how much home was in homemade.

The child I wasis just one breath away from me.

I was thinking of Cambridge, and then I got a bit homesick for a minute, 'cause I never been this far away from home before. But the I remember you're here, and now I'm not homesick no more.

My outstretched arms found hers, and I was home.

I knew I loved youwhen 'home' went from being a placeto being a person.

The end came as dusk fell on a gloomy winter day of cold rain.

All paths eventually lead home.

A journey is a dismal thing when there can be no homecoming.

Everywhere is home, let is go home

Sometimes we must leave our true homes for something greater to come.

A woman who walks with God honors Him in the way she manages her home.

This is not just "our" world.

Home is the place I can live with myself, without hating myself.

The road to home is when we find our hearts filled with the stories of our people.

Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?

One never reaches home, ' she said. 'But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.

Well, sometimes home is a person.

Home isn't a place, its a feeling

I realise now that I wanted to disappear. To get so lost that nobody ever found me. To go so far away that I'd never be able to make my way home again. But I have no idea why.

No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark.

I don't care if we have our house, or a cliff ledge, or a cardboard box. Home is wherever we all are, together,

The truth is, until you know any different, the island is enough.Actually, I know different. And it's still enough.

You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you willrealize that nowhere seems like home anymore.

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

The cruel irony of housework: people only notice when you don't do it.

You can’t go home again” ─ isn’t necessarily that places change but people do.

Life takes us to unexpected places... love brings us home.

Home is what you take with you, not what you leave behind.

I believe home is where the heart can be open and loving with a sense of security. It must not be a place of fear.

You feel more like home to me than any place I've ever been.

Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul.He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person, ' he said. 'You can never go home.

[T]he very color of the air in the place I was born was different, the smell of the earth was special, redolent with memories of my parents.