Home Quotes - Page 5

Long has been this road called life. Every time you venture out in this road, remember. Home is within. Home is in you.

…everyone needs a somewhere, a place he can go. There comes a time, you see, inevitably there comes a time you have to have a somewhere you can go!

In the 1950s at least less was expected of women. Now we're supposed to build a career, build a home, be the supermum that every child deserves, the perfect wife, meet the demands of elderly parents, and still stay sane.

Her name had the likeness of a name. She had the likeness of a woman, with hands but no face at all, since she never let herself see it. She had the likeness of a life, because she was all alone in it. She lived in the likeness of a house, with walls and a roof and a door that kept nothing in and nothing out.

A man can build a home but it needs a woman to run a home.

Leaving home's a cinch. It's the staying, once you've found it, that takes courage.

A tried and true way to get your children interested in books and reading is to read to them when they are young.

For me, reading begins at home.

I started off for home, where I planned to recruit a good book and hide away from the world.

There is a certain loveliness, I think, to performing deep cleaning in one’s underwear on a beautiful summer day.

It was so lovely, Heidi stood with tears pouring down her cheeks, and thanked God for letting her come home to it again. She could find no words to express her feelings, but lingered until the light began to fade and then ran on.

The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits;- on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

My boyfriend likes to fuck my brains out on our kitchen island. Which tile would you recommend for that?

Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.

...returning to nature has been a dream present in the minds of every generation since mankind first left nature.

The river of my village doesn’t make you think about anything.
When you’re at its bank you’re only at its bank.

The moon rested right above the mountains, a place I call home.

The Pacific is my home ocean; I knew it first, grew up on its shore, collected marine animals along the coast. I know its moods, its color, its nature.

Home at that moment was a starless night, a steady wind, not a human to be seen.

Three Pines wasn’t on any tourist map, being too far off any main or even secondary road. Like Narnia, it was generally found unexpectedly and with a degree of surprise that such an elderly village should have been hiding in this valley all along. Anyone fortunate enough to find it once usually found their way back.