Home Quotes

I had always thought of home not as a house, or even a place, but a feeling of safety and acceptance, a warm light when the rest of the world was a dark, forbidding place.
Whenever my family was around, wherever we were, I felt like I was home.

My home is my country, and it’s in heaven. My home is, therefore, heaven. And it’s in the space. My home is, therefore, universe. And it’s in my head. That means that I have no other homeland – but myself!

Moj dom je moja zemlja, a ona je na nebu. Moj dom je, dakle, nebo. A ono je u svemiru. Moj dom je, dakle, vasiona. A ona je u mojoj glavi. Znači da ja nemam drugog zavičaja – sem sebe!

Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth. He ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience; to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder upon it, and dwell upon it.

Anyone Born On This Planet Should Have A Planetary Citizenship Enabling Them To Freely Explore There Home.

For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

Sometimes in life you find love so powerful that you get tunnel vision. You only see the one you love, the one you desire. No one or no thing gets in the way of what you feel. A love so strong which makes you feel invincible in this world. And, everywhere you go, all the people can see you glow.

This world
that was our home
for a brief spell
never brought us anything
but pain and grief;
its a shame that not one of our problems
was ever solved.
We depart
with a thousand regrets
in our hearts.

I enjoy writing, I enjoy my house, my family and, more than anything I enjoy the feeling of seeing each day used to the full to actually produce something. The end.

The vast and beautiful world is the home we share together.

I was slightly thankful when Mom finally came out and unlocked the car. It was warm and toasty inside and it smelt like home. There was not the slightest smell of something that didn’t belong home.

It was the ideal place where people call ‘home.

The core of your
true self
is never lost.
Let go of all the
pretending and
the becoming
you've done just
to belong.
Curl up with your
rawness and come home.
You don't have to
find yourself;
you just have to
let yourself in.

At home I am a man, at work I am a machine.

Amidst the chaos of the cities, a part of you always yearns for the silence of the woods.

By remaining constrained in one's environment or country or family, one has little chance of being other than the original prescription. By leaving, one gains a perspective, a distance of both space and time, which is essential for writing about family or home, in any case.

True, beneath the human façade, I was an interloper, an alien whose ship had crashed beyond hope of repair in the backwoods of Southern Appalachia - but at least I’d learned to walk and talk enough like the locals to be rejected as one of their own.

Better to have a messy home and happy children than a perfect yard and unhappy children

While we tend to think of love as some faraway place, it is actually a place nearby that we have forgotten.

I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a
single word: Home.