Home Quotes

i love playing and chatting with children...feeding and putting them to bed with a little story, and being away from the family has troubled me throughout my...life. i like relaxing at the house, reading quietly, taking in the sweet smell that comes from the pots, sitting around a table with the family and taking out my wife and children. when you can no longer enjoy these simple pleasures something valuable is taken away from your life and you feel it in your daily work.

Grace thou thy house and let not that grace thee.

We came to the house, and it is an old house, full of great chimneys where wood is burnt on ancient dogs upon the hearth, and grim portraits (some of them with grim legends, too) lower distrustfully from the oaken panels of the walls.

Every man needs a place to go to.

Shut the door not that it lets in the cold but that it lets out the coziness.

I am not much an advocate for traveling, and I observe that men run away to other countries because they are not good in their own, and run back to their own because they pass for nothing in the new places. For the most part, only the light characters travel. Who are you that have no task to keep you at home?

I am wearied, as if I lacked a home to go to.

Happy will that house be in which the relations are formed from character; after the highest, and not after the lowest order; the house in which character marries, and not confusion and a miscellany of unavowable motives.

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

I am engaged to Concord and my own private pursuits by 10,000 ties, and it would be suicide to rend them.

For the weariest road that man may wendIs forth fromn the home of his father.

Get back to where you once belonged.

The truth is you never can leave home. You take it with you everywhere you go. It's under your skin. It moves the tongue or slows it, colors the thinking, impedes upon the logic.

One aged man - one man - can't fill a house.

Home is the grandest of all institutions.

Now Momma's done away with the old black kettle she used to cook in when I was just littleAnd the door ain't sprung on her electric rangeThat little old farm and home we had it ain't there no more and that's too badFolks are doing away with the simple things.

Will you seek afar off? You surely come back at last, In things best known to you, finding the best, or as good as the best, In folks nearest to you finding the sweetest, strongest, lovingest; Happiness, knowledge, not in another place, but this place-not for another hour, but this hour.

If Light Is In Your Heart You Will Find Your Way Home.

When it was proposed to me to go abroad, rub oft some rust, and better my condition in a worldly sense, I fear lest my life will lose some of its homeliness. If these fields and streams and woods, the phenomena of nature here, and the simple occupations of the inhabitants should cease to interest and inspire me, no culture or wealth would atone for the loss.

We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.

Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one.

One may make their house a palace of sham, or they can make it a home, a refuge.

If there is to be peace in the home, There must be peace in the heart.

I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.

We are the Sun with all the differentkinds of Light.

Nashville is my home, and the reason why I get to do what I love.

The most fortunate of men, Be he a king or commoner, is he Whose welfare is assured in his own home.

The moral of it is this: If you are of any account, stay at home and make your way by faithful diligence; but if you are 'no account,' go away from home, and then you will have to work, whether you want to or not. Thus you become a blessing to your friends by ceasing to be a nuisance to them-if the people you go among suffer by the operation.

We travel because, no matter how comfortable we are at home, there's a part of us that wants - that needs - to see new vistas, take new tours, obtain new entrees, introduce new bacteria into our intestinal tracts, learn new words for "transfusion," and have all the other travel adventures that make us want to French-kiss our doormats when we finally get home.

Now no way can I stray;Save back to England, all the world's my way.

Anecdote: A house that is rooted to one spot but can travel as quickly as you change your mind and is complete in itself is surely the most desirable of houses. Our modern house with its cumbersome walls and its foundations planted deep in the ground is nothing better than a prison and more and more prison like does it become the longer we live there, and wear fetters of a association and sentiment.

I remember thinking how often we look, but never see ... we listen, but never hear ... we exist, but never feel. We take our relationships for granted. A house is only a place. It has no life of its own. It needs human voices, activity and laughter to come alive.

Did not strong connections draw me elsewhere, I believe Scotland would be the country I would choose to end my days in.

That's my sweetheart in there. I'm not living her. This is my home now. Your mother is my home.

I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.

I have learned that even the smallest house can be a home.

Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse.

The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.

Should not every apartment in which man dwells be lofty enough to create some obscurity overhead, where flickering shadows may play at evening about the rafters?

Chip the glasses and crack the plates! / Blunt the knives and bend the forks! / That's what Bilbo Baggins hates.

A house is made with walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.

We Are All the SameListen to the reeds as they sway apart;Hear them speak of lost friends.At birth, you were cut from your bed,Crying and grasping in separation.Everyone listens, knowing your song.You yearn for others who know your name,And the words to your lament.We are all the same, all the same,Longing to find our way back;Back to the one, back to the only one.

Here Skugg lies snug As a bug in a rug.

For the most part, only the light characters travel. Who are you that have no task to keep you at home?

I lived in an attached house. My father used to drive into the wrong driveway all the time. He'd say, Damn it, how do you tell one of these houses from another?

Safe! safe! safe!' the pulse of the house beats wildly. Waking, I cry 'Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.

There is no doubt that it is around the family and the home that all the greatest virtues, the most dominating virtues of human society, are created, strengthened and maintained. Having a family guarantees that you have a built in support system, and although that support system may not always be what you want it to be, when it comes down to the wire, your family will love you and stand behind you, no matter what.

Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.

It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.

We set out to save the Shire, Sam and it has been saved - but not for me.

I have a room all to myself; it is nature.

I used to think it was mere homesickness, then I started getting it at home.

It's sad if people think that's (homemaking) a dull existance, [but] you can't just buy an apartment and furnish it and walk away. It's the flowers you choose, the music you play, the smile you have waiting. I want it to be gay and cheerful, a haven in this troubled world. I don't want my husband and children to come home and find a rattled woman. Our era is already rattled enough, isn't it?

There's no question this is where I want to live. Never has been.

I put hardwood floors on top of wall-to-wall carpet.

Home is a refuge not only from the world, but a refuge from my worries, my troubles, my concerns. I like beautiful things around me. I like to be beautiful because it delights my eyes and my soul is lifted up.

There is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and useful for life in later years than some good memory, especially a memory connected with childhood, with home.

There is a moment, a chip in time, when leaving home is the lesser crime.

The study of tavern history often brings to light much evidence of sad domestic changes. Many a cherished and beautiful home, rich in annals of family prosperity and private hospitality, ended its days as a tavern.