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What could I do to feel happier living here? … 1. Walk more. 2. Buy local.3. Get to know my neighbors.4. Do fun stuff.5. Explore nature.6. Volunteer.7. Eat local.8. Become more political.9. Create something new.10. Stay loyal through hard times.
— Melody Warnick, This Is Where You Belong: The Art and Science of Loving the Place You Live
The visit, like all visits home for a long time now, has been an obscure failure. When is it we cease to be able to go back, truly go back? What secret door is it that closes?
— Andrew  Miller, Pure
Unclutter your life. Unclutter your home. We feel best when everything and everyone around us is in harmony and in balance.The peace and the beauty of your home will raise you up, and give energy to your goals.
— Eileen Anglin
It doesn’t take a farm to invoke the iron taste of leaving in your mouth. Anyone who loves a small plot of ground — a city garden, a vacant lot with some guerilla beds, a balcony of pots — understands the almost physical hurt of parting from it, even for a minor stint. I hurt every day I wake up in our city bed, wondering how the light will be changing over the front field or across the pond, whether the moose will be in the willow by the cabin again, if the wren has fledged her young ones yet and we’ll return to find the box untended. I can feel where the farm is at any point in my day, not out of some arcane sixth sense developed from years of summer nights out there with the coyotes under the stars, but because of the bond between that earth and this body. Some grounds we choose; some are our instinctive homes.
— Jenna Butler, A Profession of Hope: Farming on the Edge of the Grizzly Trail
Those who die young, they are cheated,” she said. “Not cheated out of life, because life is a penance, but the young, they’re cheated because they don’t know it’s coming. They don’t have time to move closer, to return home. When you know you’re going to die, you try to be near the bones of your own people. You don’t even think you have bones when you’re young, even when you break them, you don’t believe you have them. But when you’re old, they start reminding you they’re there. They start turning to dust on you, even as you’re walking here and there, going from place to place. And this is when you crave to be near the bones of your own people. My children never felt this. They had to look death in the face, even before they knew what it was. Just like you did, no?
— Edwidge Danticat, The Farming of Bones
How could I wish for it for so long, only to come back and find it gone. To be here, in my technical house, and discover that home is now someplace different.
— Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss
GreenHollyWood, I think that you asked me why I don't get out?- I'm kinda in hateful state, I hate to watch the fucking liars to lie in front of my face and backward to put the knife in my back. Why I stay home?- It's awesome place, I feel safe and out of the ignorance there is always somebody to harass for to get attention.
— Deyth Banger
Sometimes I can’t tell if you hate this place or love it.”“I love its potential. I hate its past. And I don’t like what it is.” She hugs her knees close to her chest. “The way you feel about the place you grew up in is a lot like how you feel about your family.”“How’s that?”She thinks about it for a long time. “Like isn’t the same thing as love.
— Robert Jackson Bennett, City of Blades
In New York, I would walk down shadowy sidewalks dreaming of the openness of central Ohio, yearning for roads flanked by fields, for their freedom and isolation. These roads cradled me. I realized this now. I’d been trying to hate Ohio, because it was so hard to be at home. But the land had actually always been there for me all along. As a child, the moon had lit my room on sad nights. I’d wandered cornfields and puttered around at Lehman’s Pond. Those were some of my best childhood memories.
— Julie Barton, Dog Medicine
The introvert's anthem for not wanting to hang out is 'It's not you
—  it's me.
To go back home was to play with impressions in this way, the way I played with the first pair of glasses I had, looking at a world now sharp and small and not quite real, now standard in size and real but blurred.
— V.S. Naipaul, A Way in the World
I don't know which is worse: that I'm home and so much is different, or that I'm home and so much feels the same.
— Lauren Oliver, Vanishing Girls
As we travel great lengths in this world away from home, most of us come back with a clearer view on what home means. And most likely it isn't so much about the place in itself, but more about the places and people that have made us feel AT home…
— lauren klarfeld
You need to have a WhyHaving a “Why” whatever it is, becomes food. It makes your dreams become more urgent.
— George Schiaffino, Making Millions by Helping Millions
I bet you to believe me when I say again that we do not need a great house, Sarah. We only need a great love.
— Stephanie Grace Whitson
The majority of the common people do not realize how corrupt the legal system has become until that blatant corruption shows up at their own homes.
— Steven Magee
Places ain't home. People is. Bricks and chairs is nothing.
— Paul Kearney, The Wolf in the Attic
He had become, after all, her home.
— Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies
It is ridiculous to lay down to people where a thing should stand, design everything for them from the lavatory pan to the ashtray. On the contrary, I like people to move their furniture so that it suits them (not me!), and it's quite natural (and I approve) when they bring the old pictures and mementos they have come to love into a new interior, irrespective of whether they are good taste or bad.
— Adolf Loos
If I remove your eyes or make you in such way that to don't see... in reality you don't see the evil... you don't see me... so do whatever I don't give a fuck... that's wonderful... I like to play games... so run!... and welcome home!?
— Deyth Banger
It’s well known that he who returns never left
— Pablo Neruda
Doors opened everywhere. Maybe one day, the children of this world who had gone to that world to save themselves would see a door that didn't fit right with the walls around it, something with a doorknob made of a moon, or a knocker that winked. Maybe they could still go home,
— Seanan McGuire, Every Heart a Doorway
,,So maybe, for me, home is not the city, but the people.
— Diana T. Scott, Our Demons, Best Friends
How people feel when they are returning home from an absence, long or short, I did not know: I had never experienced the sensation. I had known what it was to come back to Gateshead when a child after a long walk, to be scolded for looking cold or gloomy; and later, what it was to come back from church to Lowood, to long for a plenteous meal and a good fire, and to be unable to get either. Neither of these returnings was very pleasant or desirable: no magnet drew me to a given point, increasing in its strength of attraction the nearer I came. The return to Thornfield was yet to be tried.
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Photos sat on the piano and shelves bulged with books, testament to a life well lived.
— Louise Penny, Still Life
Regardless the destination, all roads lead home.
— H.L. Balcomb, Credere: "Latin for 'To Believe' that we mature not by age, but by stories." 2nd Edition coming Dec. 25, 2017
...you need to assess what you love right now and what is authntic to your way of living in this season of life.
— Melissa Michaels
I had come alive here...this was my home, and though one day it would all trickle through my fingers like so much red dust, for as long as childhood lasted it was a heaven fitted exactly to me. A place I knew by heart. The one place in the world I'd been made for.
— Paula McLain, Circling the Sun
When I looked at a map in town, Rhode Island seemed lost up there in the corner. A state so small and crowded, there didn't seem to be room for a person at all.
— Michelle Hoover, The Quickening
Making a home is hard work, and for some reason it's underappreciated. It's way to make sense of things.
— Erin Boyle
Off... my mom is again home, it's really fucked up I can't talk... however I finished watching Limitless the series so now I'm going on "Lie to Me"!
— Deyth Banger
When I was outside, you were saying why you are comming home, why you won't go home??When now I'm home why I'm not going outside... wtf????????
— Deyth Banger
Home was more than a house. It was a place in a person's heart.
— Ann H. Gabhart, Love Comes Home
Probably the people on the street know better than the people at home.
— Deyth Banger
Your home is living space, not storage space.
— Francine Jay
It was his home now. But it could not be his home till he had gone from it and returned to it. Now he was the Prodigal Son.
— G.K. Chesterton
I expected to be happy, but let me tell you something. Anticipating happiness and being happy are two entirely different things. I told myself that all I wanted to do was go to the mall. I wanted to look at the pretty girls, ogle the Victoria's Secret billboards, and hit on girls at the Sam Goody record store. I wanted to sit in the food court and gorge on junk food. I wanted to go to Bath and Body Works, stand in the middle of the store, and breathe. I wanted to stand there with my eyes closed and just smell, man. I wanted to lose myself in the total capitalism and consumerism of it all, the pure greediness, the pure indulgence, the pure American-ness of it all. I never made it that far. I didn't even make it out of the airport in Baltimore with all its Cinnabons, Starbucks, Brooks Brothers, and Brookstones before realizing that after where we'd been, after what we'd seen, home would never be home again.
— Matthew J. Hefti, A Hard And Heavy Thing
In a flash I saw the truth; that my love for this spot is built up of numberless trivialities, of small memories all incommunicable, or ridiculous when communicated...
— Quiller -Couch, Arthur Thomas
Our foyer has a funny smell that doesn't smell like anyplace else. I don't know what the hell it is. It isn't cauliflower and it isn't perfume—I don't know what the hell it is—but you always know you're home.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
Home development is about wishful thinking. It's about capturing a dream.
— Barbara Delinsky, Blueprints
...I've returned and I look around me and think, I've missed my life. While I was off and alone, it went on here, without me, and I'm forever doomed to be a stranger in my own home.
— Robin Hobb, Fool's Errand
I opened the door and went inside, calling "I'm home!" Except that I wasn't, really. Because home meant something else to me now, and had for quite awhile. And he didn't live there anymore.
— Meg Cabot, Twilight
But that's not quite right either.I miss Paris, but it's not home. It's more like... I miss this. This warmth over the telephone. Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Bridgette used to be home to me. Maybe St. Clair is my new home.I mull this over as our voices grow tired and we stop talking. We just keep each other company. My breath. His breath. My breath. His breath.I could never tell him, but it's true.This is home. The two of us.
— Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss
She referred to "home," but it wasn't a place she referred to; it was Jamie, and Louie, and her sister, and even her brother, and the rest of the Europa show people. I guessed maybe that was the key--to figure out who your home was and find a way to keep them with you.
— J.J. Howard
Wasn't that the gift of a home? You looked at it the same way, but then when you needed it to, it showed you all over again the many ways you'd been during the time you had been living there. The many ways it brought you back to yourself. The many ways it still brought you back to yourself.
— Laura Dave
The Loon CharmTo A Life Filled with A Love Whose Voice Always Calls You Home
— Viola Shipman, The Charm Bracelet
It's things like this makes a ship seem like home. Help you forget what a load of tedious old shit life out here can be.
— Scott Lynch, Red Seas Under Red Skies
Rose was the one who knew the path, but these were the things Rose knew, and I wondered if maybe it was this knowing the back of things, the shortcuts, the forgotten stories, that gives you the right to call a place home.
— Catherine Landis, Some Days There's Pie
Back home. What wonderful words. What a wonderful place.
— Dan Groat, An Enigmatic Escape: A Trilogy
An Indian child is brought up in England, and he will speak both English and Hindi very well. English in school and Hindi at home. But here it’s English both in schools and at home. Why can’t you speak Swahili with your child at home? If this continues we will turn into an English speaking country.
— Enock Maregesi
It didn't matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.
— Lev Grossman, The Magician's Land
Making a beautiful, happy home is not about what we don't have or what we want to buy. It's all about what we do have, and how incredibly precious it all is. It's about how we spend the days we're given with this family of ours, and making the home we share a place our kids will love to describe to our grandchildren. It's about making our kids' memories delightful.
— Gabrielle Stanley Blair
What is home but a place where you are truly known?
— Justin Cronin, The City of Mirrors
It is the most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.
— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
If your spirit is persistently harmless or if it has shown itself to you, in a non-threatening way, then you most definitely have a ghost. The ghost can be frightening, by its very nature. But the ghost will never intentionally frighten you. They will be there for three reasons: 1. They used to live there and are attached to the location 2. They are trying to communicate something to the living or 3. They are protective of somebody who lives in the house and so they are “standing guard” so to speak, over the loved one.
— Alexei Maxim Russell, The New Homeowner's Guide to House Spirits
It seems like there are so many homesick people in the world. It seems like so many of us live far away from where we were born.
— Silas House & Neela Vaswani, Same Sun Here
A year earlier my parents had moved us out of the city to a split-level on Long Island, their idea of the American dream, which meant it as now an hour-and-a-half commute via the 7:06 Hicksville to Penn Station every morning. (Dark City Lights)
— Jonathan Santlofer
I felt for the first time that the library belonged here. The house was reclaiming its spirit, and the library, which had stood aloof and apart for so many years, was turning back into what it was always meant to be: the heart of this home.
— Ruth Reichl, Delicious!
And then comes the realization. That although a house was taken from you, you can still build a home in a wine jar.
— Camilo Garzon
The truth is, new furniture or a better house will never really satisfy - they will just set new, higher standards for what is acceptable to us for our comfort and contentment. When you take care of what you have and find joy right where you are, you set the right tone and expectations for contentment in all circumstances moving forward. Whether things get better or worse, our standard will be to love what we have and be grateful for it (even when we might not like it).
— Melissa Michaels
Home isn't a place, Cassie.' The memory crept up on me. 'Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.
— Jennifer Lynn Barnes, All In
Good neighbors always spy on you to make sure you are doing well.
— Pawan Mishra, Coinman: An Untold Conspiracy
Don't know. Don't care. I'm hopping on a bus and going until I can't go any farther. Until I find a place that feels like home.'He's quiet for a long time. 'How will you know what home feels like?'It hangs in the air between us, as frozen as our breaths. I don't have an answer.
— Holly Black, My True Love Gave to Me: Twelve Holiday Stories
Every creature on earth returns to home. It is ironic that we have made wildlife refuges for ibis, pelican, egret, wolf, crane, deer, mouse, moose, and bear, but not for ourselves in the places we live day after day. We understand that the loss of habitat is the most disastrous event that can occur to a free creauture. We fervently point out how other creatures' natural territories have become surrounded by cities, ranches, highways, noise, and other dissonance, as though we are not affected also. We know that for creatures to live on, they must at least from time to time have a home place, a place where they feel both protected and free
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
From the moment that man believes neither in God nor in immortal life, he becomes 'responsible for everything alive, for everything that, born of suffering, is condemned to suffer from life.' It is he, and he alone, who must discover law and order. Then the time of exile begins, the endless search for justification, the aimless nostalgia, 'the most painful, the most heartbreaking question, that of the heart which asks itself: where can I feel at home?
— Albert Camus, The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt
When something extraordinary shows up in your life in the middle of the night, you give it a name and make it the best home you can.
— Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson
Kick off your shoes. Unburden yourself with song. Tell each other tales. Dance around the table. Leave the cleaning up for the morning. Then go outside and look at the stars.
— Noble Smith, The Wisdom of the Shire: A Short Guide to a Long and Happy Life
...and in those hours the world would feel very large, and the lake very empty, and the night very black, and he would wish he were back in Wyoming, waiting at the end of the road for Hemming, where the only path he had to navigate was the one back to his parent's house, where the porch light washed the night with honey.
— Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
When I rode the train west,I went looking for something,but I didn't see anything wonderful.I didn't see anything better than what I already had.Home.
— Karen Hesse, Out of the Dust
This was the part of the road he knew best, the part his old blue Schwinn had known so well that at one time, the bike might have found its way back home without anyone riding it.
— Seré Prince Halverson, All the Winters After
Then where is home, Johannes?" He looks at the maps on his wall. "I don't know," He says. "Where comfort is. And that is hard to find.
— Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
My head cleared the water, and a strong arm wrapped around my middle as my lungs automatically sucked in air. I started coughing immediately, water sputtering out of my mouth. I blinked against my blurred vision as commotion erupted around me. “Help me, man,” a voice said. It was desperate and
— Cambria Hebert, #Hater
HOME, which is the last floor for everyone.
— Sushil Singh
Lincoln's heartbeat picked up a little, the way it always did when he rounded that last bend in the road and saw home waiting up ahead.Home.
— Linda Lael Miller, A Creed Country Christmas
I went searching in a foreign land and found my way home.
— Sue Bender
Kick off your shoes. Unburden yourself with song. Tell each other tales. Dance around the table. Leave the Clarke awning up for the morning. Then go outside and look at the stars.
— Noble Smith, The Wisdom of the Shire: A Short Guide to a Long and Happy Life
Some books are so familiar, reading them is like being home again.
— Louisa May Alcott
...everyone goes home in the end.
— Emma Donoghue, Room
Believe me, all of you, the best way to help the places we live in is to be glad we live there.
— Edith Wharton
The butterflies are working their way up from my stomach into my head, making me feel dizzy, and I try to calm myself by imagining the ocean outside, its ragged breathing, the seagulls turning pinwheels in the sky.It will be over soon, I tell myself. It will be over soon and then you’ll go home, and you’ll never have to think about the evaluation again.
— Lauren Oliver
The emphasis of the churches were not in how much work or home keeping is done in the four walls of the church itself, they rather told the Protestants to go prove their love to God at their work places through the quality of their works
— Sunday Adelaja
Nothing was so likely to do her good as a little quiet cheerfulness at home.
— Jane Austen
Anyway, in those years, I was happy, as to one extent or another I have always been happy. The forest was not a wilderness to me, but served instead as my private garden, comforting in spite of its vastness, and endlessly mysterious.The more familiar a place becomes, the more mysterious it becomes, as well, if you are alert to the truth of things. I have found this to be the case all of my life.
— Dean Koontz, Innocence
Heaven is the place we call home.
— J.R. Rim
Where's your home, then?" asked the Snork Maiden."Nowhere" said Snufkin a little sadly, "or everywhere. It depends on how you look at it.""Haven't you got a mother?" asked Moomintroll, looking very sorry for him."I don't know," said Snufkin. "They tell me I was found in a basket.""Like Moses," said Sniff."I like the story about Moses," said the Snork. "But I think his mother could have found a better way of saving him, don't you? The crocodiles might have eaten him up.""They nearly ate us up," said Sniff.
— Tove Jansson, Comet in Moominland
Home isn't these four walls. Home is wherever we are together.
— Jen Calonita, There's No Place Like Home
The words ‘when I take you home’ echoed in the captain’s mind, caroming off that private place where all his suspicions and uncertainties slept.
— Michelle Franklin
Everyday I reach to a place where there is my name on the door. It's been a while, didn't reach my home.
— Sarvesh Jain, Naked Wisdom of the child
Home is the nesting ground for goodness to spring forth. Schools, churches and society influences but home is essential in the development and growth process.
— Eveth Colley
He wanted to go home to the place that he hated.
— Katherine Boo, Behind the Beautiful Forevers: Life, Death, and Hope in a Mumbai Undercity
Although both home and mental illness are complex, modern ideas, we have fallen into the habit of using phrases such as "housing the homeless" and "treating the mentally ill" as if we knew what counts as housing a homeless person or what it means to treat mental illness. But we do not. We have deceived ourselves that having a home and being mentally healthy are our natural conditions, and that we become homeless or mentally ill as a result of "losing" our homes or our minds. The opposite is the case. We are born without a home and without reason, and have to exert ourselves and are fortunate if we succeed in building a secure home and a sound mind.
— Thomas Szasz, Cruel Compassion: Psychiatric Control of Society's Unwanted
He wanted me to come home--to come home, as he said, and settle down, and whenever he said that I thought of the sediment at the bottom of a stagnant pond.
— James     Baldwin
Even heaven would become hell if you were alone in it, or away from a loved one. And even if you were with your loved one, but in hell, eventually you would cry to have you and your loved one together in heaven. So to create your own heaven on earth, make sure you and your loved one are in a place you both love, because what could be heaven for one, could be hell for the other.
— Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
It's the exile's dilemma. The home they yearn for is never the home to which they return. If they return.
— Lauren Willig, The Lure of the Moonflower
It's not how long you live somewhere that makes it home. Home is a feeling here, (she tapped on the chest). That you belong somewhere and somewhere belongs to you. But i will tell you a secret. Some people don't feel they belong anywhere. No matter where they are, they are always unhappy. They go from place to place trying to find peace. And usually they find themselves back where they started.
— Claire Hajaj
The house, and all the objects in it, crackled with static electricity; undertows washed through it, the air was heavy with things that were known but not spoken. Like a hollow log, a drum, a church, it was amplified, so that conversations whispered in it sixty years ago can be half-heard today.
— Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard's Egg
There were three people in my home and I was the only one showing Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity and reactivity to the radio frequency transmitting utility meters. For these reasons I did not shield my home and took the route of adapting my body to the toxic electromagnetic environment.
— Steven Magee, Curing Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity
He tensed up at the thought of going back to work. Avoid stressful thoughts, he reminded himself. There was no need to rush his vacation thinking about such foul things as coming back home or going back to work. The vacation had only just begun and it was going to be a good one.
— Jason Medina, A Ghost In New Orleans
Americans think New Yorkers are property obsessed, but clearly they haven’t lived a day in Hong Kong. In this part of the world, a man isn’t a man until he is a homeowner. His entire life leads up to the singular moment when he hands over the down-payment check and puts his signature on the triplicate purchase agreement. All the good grades and job promotions he has received are mere preparation; and every source of happiness - marriage, children and retirement - depends on it.
— Jason Y. Ng, No City for Slow Men: Hong Kong's quirks and quandaries laid bare
Haw Par Villa is the nutty exception. It's mad, slightly unhinged and overwhelmingly rubbish. Without a doubt, Haw Par Villa is the Louis Tussaus House of Wax of Singapore. There is no higher compliment (...) For it's own sake, Haw Par Villa still had to be terrible, macabre, distasteful and offensive.
— Neil Humphreys, Saving a Sexier Island: Notes from an Old Singapore
New becomes stale and old becomes fresh. The impractical, ageing estate long ago left behind to Singapore's pioneers and their homemade tofu stalls takes on a certain irreverence and originality; an anarchic streak even. It goes against the architectural grain. It stands out in a crowd, a rebel with curves. The reclusive behaviour only adds to the appeal. So the old place becomes "hip".
— Neil Humphreys
The residents blamed the "Gahmen", naturally. Since the explosion of social media, those "Gahmen" guys have been blamed for everything from HDB flat prices to the price of oil, climate change, the shortage of Hello Kitty dolls and kids not clearing their trays away at hawker centres.
— Neil Humphreys, Saving a Sexier Island: Notes from an Old Singapore
The rising wave of nostalgia and an increasing interest in heritage sites and historic buildings is perhaps not only a sense of yearning for a lost Singapore, but also the recognition that neither 1959 nor 1965 marked Year One (...) In all the campaigns and features on Singapore's 50th anniversary that I've come across, the Kranji War Memorial was never mentioned. It just doesn't fit the slender narrative. That's such a shame because the cemetery is a fitting, dignified tribute to thousands of Singapore heroes, both local and foreign.
— Neil Humphreys, Saving a Sexier Island: Notes from an Old Singapore
I had lived my life before in accordance with the poverty and itinerancy of my childhood, sliding in and out of other people’s leases, never expecting to stay very long and tolerating circumstances that strike me now as completely absurd.
— Kathleen Alcott
Every time I converse with you, I feel closer to home
— Evy Michaels
With an architect as your guide, you canresponsibly stop worrying about what spacessomeone else might want in a house and focus only on those things your house should include.
— Kevin  Harris, The Forever Home: How to work with an architect to design the home of your dreams
And we're finally home.
— Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss
When I realized that my home was completely filled with a biologically toxic radio wave field, I decided that the best route forward was to milk the home for all of the biological research that I could possibly produce from it!
— Steven Magee
You never need an invitation to go home.
— Cassie Beasley, Circus Mirandus
What's the good of a home, if you are never in it?
— George Grossmith, The Diary of a Nobody
Children, language, lands: almost everything was stripped away, stolen when you weren’t looking because you were trying to stay alive. In the face of such loss, one thing our people could not surrender was the meaning of land. In the settler mind, land was property, real estate, capital, or natural resources. But to our people, it was everything: identity, the connection to our ancestors, the home of our nonhuman kinfolk, our pharmacy, our library, the source of all that sustained us. Our lands were where our responsibility to the world was enacted, sacred ground. It belonged to itself; it was a gift, not a commodity, so it could never be bought or sold. These are the meanings people took with them when they were forced from their ancient homelands to new places.
— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants
Old buildings whisper to us in the creaking of floorboards and rattling of windowpanes.
— Fennel Hudson, A Meaningful Life - Fennel's Journal - No. 1
Come on,"he meowed to Greystripe."Let's go home.
— Erin Hunter, A Dangerous Path
Last night I walked for hours. It was as if I wanted to get lost down some unknown street. To get absolutely and happily lost. But there are moments when we can’t, when we don’t know how to lose our way. Even if we always go in the wrong direction. Even if we lose all our points of reference. Even if it begins to grow late and we feel the weight of morning as we advance. There are times when no matter how we try to find out what we don’t know, we can’t lose our way. And perhaps we long for the time when we could be lost. The time when all the streets were new.
— Alejandro Zambra
Home was wherever they were together, and it felt good.
— Kenneth Eade, To Russia for Love
Maybe, in the end, a home is a place where you have no other choice but to stay.
— Christopher Bollen, Orient
I was only going to stay six months. I stayed three years, and I never stopped thinking about leaving. But when I left, I left my entire life behind. I have to explain to you why I no longer live in New York, but first I have to explain to myself why I stayed so long.
— Eula Biss, Notes from No Man's Land: American Essays
They say you can never go home again." Bartholomew Quasar leaned back in his deluxe-model captain's chair as the star cruiser raced toward Earth. "But I tend to disagree.
— Milo James Fowler, Captain Bartholomew Quasar: 13 Starfaring Tales
Katherine, how quickly you forget that I never give up when I want something. And right now, I’ve decided what I want is you. I want you next to me twenty-four-seven, at least until I’ve sated the desire you left me with. Then, I may actually let you sleep.” -Joseph
— Melody Anne, The Billionaire's Final Stand
I love what Jacksonville taught me and where it led me. The good, the bad and the indifferent all helped shape me. I may not live there anymore but it lives inside me. It is and will always be my foundation.
— Carlos Wallace, Life Is Not Complicated-You Are: Turning Your Biggest Disappointments Into Your Greatest Blessings
Turning on the shower, he thought of the wildly fancy bathroom at Charlotte's house. It was funny to think of, but the bathrooms he liked weren't fancy; this one, and the one at Seymour's, and the one at Harry's. They weren't fancy, but they were home. He got in the shower. The one squirt that always went haywire hit him right in the eye. He laughed up into the warm water running over his ears.
— Louise Fitzhugh
This is so much like the old days. And, again, I have mixed feelings. In some ways it's good and comfortable to be fitting straight back in like I've never been away, but, on the other hand, I'm getting this constrictive feeling as well. It's the same places - like the bars and pubs on Friday night - the same people, the same conversations, the same arguments and the same attitudes. Five years away and not much seems to have changed. I can't decide if this is good or bad.
— Iain Banks, Stonemouth
Having been ripped open and drained by the crowd When I enter my home, Many homes seem to be waiting for me to give a shape to this life which is about to perish.
— Suman Pokhrel
Madness is like an alternative residence. When sanity chases you out of home, take shelter in madness.
— Munia Khan
I understood finding the place you are born in an unbearable prison and wanting something completely different from what you are familiar with, knowing it represents a haven.
— Jamaica Kincaid
When I stepped onto the bridge over the Iowa River and stood looking out across the water, I knew I was home. I was wrong about that, as it turns out. And I know now that my certainty was based on a series of troubling misconceptions, but it would be years before I would lose the comfort that certainty gave me.
— Eula Biss, Notes from No Man's Land: American Essays
What we seek when we wander usually leads us back home.
— Gina Greenlee, Postcards and Pearls: Life Lessons from Solo Moments on the Road
I forgot how good it feels to be rooted. And to be rooted is not the same thing at all as being tied down. To be rooted is to say, here I am nourished and here will I grow, for I have found a place where every sunrise shows me how to be more than what I was yesterday, and I need not wander to feel the wonder of my blessing. And when you are rooted, defending that space ceases to be an obligation or a duty and becomes more of a desire.
— Kevin Hearne, Shattered
Rootlessness," I opine, "is the twenty-first century norm.""You're not wrong and that's why we're in the shit we're in, mate. If you belong nowhere, why give a tinker's toss about anywhere?
— David Mitchell, The Bone Clocks
Instead of fighting it, I close my eyes and let myself go. I feel the muscles of his shoulder beneath my hand. The frame his arms create is strong, secure, but I want those arms tighter around me. Much tighter around me. Much tighter, much closer.I want there to be no space at all between us.I. Want. Him. So. Badly.I want to kiss him, laugh with him, cry with him, share every freaking moment of my life with him because no matter how many awful things he's done in the past, I can't shake the undeniable feeling that when his arms are around me, I'm home.
— Rachel  Morgan, The Faerie Prince
Make your habits your beloved home.
— Debasish Mridha
I guess you only know your home when you come back to it.
— Ed Brubaker, Catwoman, Vol. 2: No Easy Way Down
I said to him that Zululand sounded fine, but that every man has a map in his heart of his own country and that the heart will never allow you to forget this map.
— Alexander McCall Smith, The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency
For so long, maybe all my life, I thought only a house could make you whole. I thought I was nothing without an interesting address. I thought I was only as good as my color scheme, my drawer pulls, my floors....it's the knowledge that a house can be as fragile as life itself. You'd think it would be stronger, since it can stand in one spot for centuries while generations of humans run through its rooms, grow up, move out, and eventually die. But a house is an inherently limited entity. It can't do everything, or even most things. It cannot give you a personality. It cannot bring you love. It cannot cure loneliness. It can provide comfort, safety, a sense of pride--that much I know.
— Meghan Daum, Life Would Be Perfect If I Lived in That House
She wanted to burn the whole place to ashes but, at the same time, it would be kind of nice to see it again. Home.
— Scott Hawkins, Spring 2015 Debut Fiction Sampler
There had only ever been two roads home: there was the long road and there was the sea road, and tonight I would take the sea road.
— Clara Winter, The Seafarer
I wonder if the real measure of "home" is the degree to which you can leave it alone. Maybe appreciating a house means knowing when to stop decorating. Maybe you've never really lived there until you've thrown its broken pieces in the garbage. Maybe learning how to be out in the big world isn't the epic journey everyone thinks it is. Maybe that's actually the easy part. The hard part is what's right in front of you. The hard part is learning how to hold the title to your very existence, to own not only property, but also your life. The hard part is learning not just how to be but mastering the nearly impossible art of how to be at home.
— Meghan Daum, Life Would Be Perfect If I Lived in That House
there is you and you.this is a relationship.this is the most important relationship.- home
— Nayyira Waheed
For so long, maybe all my life, I thought only a house could make you whole. I thought I was nothing without an interesting address. I thought I was only as good as my color scheme, my drawer pulls, my floors....it's the knowledge that a house can be as fragile as life itself. You'd think it would be stronger, since it can stand in one spot for centuries while generations of humans run through tis rooms, grow up, move out, and eventually die. But a house is an inherently limited entity. It can't do everything, or even most things. I t cannot give you a personality. It cannot bring you love. It cannot cure loneliness. It can provide comfort, safety, a sense of pride--that much I know.
— Meghan Daum
God, with a wisdom I can't claim to understand, called you home a long time ago, and the tears I shed that night have never seemed to dry.
— Nicholas Sparks, The Longest Ride
On gray days, when it's snowing or raining, I think you should be able to call up a judge and take an oath that you'll just read a good book all day, and he'd allow you to stay home.
— Bill Watterson, There's Treasure Everywhere: A Calvin and Hobbes Collection
No! I need to go home," I say, but then the realization comes: My mother was my home. My mother is dead.
— Ally Carter, All Fall Down
Did you see Grace is back with us?"Megan did see me. She saw me jump off a cliff and crawl under an Iranian fence. Megan has seen plenty. And I can't help but hold my breath, waiting on her answer."Hi," Megan says, turning to me. "Welcome home."Home. The word hits me. I've spent all my life thinking that I didn't have one, but now that I'm back I can't deny that I've spent more my life on Embassy Row than in any other place-that maybe it just wasn't my mother's childhood home. In a way, it's mine, too.
— Ally Carter, All Fall Down
He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time
— Alex Rosa, Tryst
The ancients said that for persons who cultivated body and mind, and who are virtuous and honorable, death is an experience of liberation, a long-awaited rest from a lifetime of labors. Death helps the unscrupulous person to put an end to the misery of desire. Death, then, for everyone is a kind of homecoming. That is why the ancient sages speak of a dying person as a person who is 'going home.
— Liezi, Lieh-tzu: A Taoist Guide to Practical Living
Life can surprise you. You want something with every ounce of blood that flows in your veins, and then one day it's yours. Right there before you. Everything. You break out in a cold sweat with the undeniable realization that what you really want is home. Sometimes finding home is a long time coming. A long journey.
— Brenda Sutton Rose, Dogwood Blues
Like most people, when I look back, the family house is held in time, or rather it is now outside of time, because it exists so clearly and it does not change, and it can only be entered through a door in the mind. 	I like it that pre-industrial societies, and religious cultures still, now, distinguish between two kinds of time – linear time, that is also cyclical because history repeats itself, even as it seems to progress, and real time, which is not subject to the clock or the calendar, and is where the soul used to live. This real time is reversible and redeemable. It is why, in religious rites of all kinds, something that happened once is re-enacted – Passover, Christmas, Easter, or, in the pagan record, Midsummer and the dying of the god. As we participate in the ritual, we step outside of linear time and enter real time. 	Time is only truly locked when we live in a mechanised world. Then we turn into clock-watchers and time-servers. Like the rest of life, time becomes uniform and standardised. 	When I left home at sixteen I bought a small rug. It was my roll-up world. Whatever room, whatever temporary place I had, I unrolled the rug. It was a map of myself. Invisible to others, but held in the rug, were all the places I had stayed – for a few weeks, for a few months. On the first night anywhere new I liked to lie in bed and look at the rug to remind myself that I had what I needed even though what I had was so little. 	Sometimes you have to live in precarious and temporary places. Unsuitable places. Wrong places. Sometimes the safe place won’t help you. 	Why did I leave home when I was sixteen? It was one of those important choices that will change the rest of your life. When I look back it feels like I was at the borders of common sense, and the sensible thing to do would have been to keep quiet, keep going, learn to lie better and leave later. 	I have noticed that doing the sensible thing is only a good idea when the decision is quite small. For the life-changing things, you must risk it. 	And here is the shock – when you risk it, when you do the right thing, when you arrive at the borders of common sense and cross into unknown territory, leaving behind you all the familiar smells and lights, then you do not experience great joy and huge energy. 	You are unhappy. Things get worse. 	It is a time of mourning. Loss. Fear. We bullet ourselves through with questions. And then we feel shot and wounded. 	And then all the cowards come out and say, ‘See, I told you so.’ 	In fact, they told you nothing.
— Jeanette Winterson
I don't desire a change of scenery or exotic experiences. My heart yearns for familiarity, stability, the comfort of home — and my sanity depends on it.
— Dean Koontz, Odd Thomas
They were home. He always felt a bit like a snail, but instead of carrying his home on his back, he carried it in his arms.
— Louise Penny, A Rule Against Murder
From the windows, through the fur of snow, the landscape became more melancholy when the sun successfully brightened the quiet trees, unable to speak without their leaves.
— Toni Morrison
It was a place you could make into a home if your home hadn’t worked out.
— Amanda Eyre Ward, How to Be Lost
When it is managed effectively, in-home nursing can become a support for caregivers and families stressed with the care of a medically fragile child.
— Charisse Montgomery, Home Care CEO: A Parent's Guide to Managing In-home Pediatric Nursing
The scariest, ugliest stories about in-home nursing usually are the result of nurses demonstrating a lack of professionalism, bad morals or a disregard for the child for whom they are providing care.
— Charisse Montgomery, Home Care CEO: A Parent's Guide to Managing In-home Pediatric Nursing
Once you open your home to nursing, you essentially become the employer of a small staff, even if you aren’t signing the paychecks. As in any workplace, the staff needs to know the rules and expectations, and it is your job to set them and communicate them well. This is your new job; you’ve been promoted to Home Care CEO.
— Charisse Montgomery, Home Care CEO: A Parent's Guide to Managing In-home Pediatric Nursing
It’s just as hard to go back to a place you once left, as it is to leave it again.
— Charlotte Eriksson
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, the longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home.
— Hermann Hesse, Wandering
My home is a little more complicated than coordinates on a map.
— Jay Crownover, Rowdy
There's been a lot to get used to here." Esther laughed. "Isn't that the truth. I don't know if you ever get used to it really. It just gets in your blood so that you can't stand to be anywhere else.
— Eowyn Ivey, The Snow Child
There's no place like home...
— L. Frank Baum
Laura Ingalls Wilder said, “Home is the nicest place there is.
— Kenneth Eade
If it is a loving environment, the cage can be a home.
— Tim W. Burke, The Flesh Sutra
I guess I figured that as long as I was with people I loved, I was home. It didn't matter where we were or what kind of place we lived in. We had each other and that was enough.
— Jody Hedlund, Love Unexpected
It wasn't just that feeling of coming home - of being intrinsically attached to what was familiar - but more a case of being so in love with a part of the world that everything else paled in comparison.
— Victoria Connelly, The Secret of You
But even though our old home had physically seen better days, I knew in that moment that we had taken the soul of that house with us to our new home. And as I branched out and left our small town, I'd taken all the best bits of home life - the essence of its soul - with me wherever I went. It's the soul that matters most, after all. And even though over the years I've lived in everything from a cramped dorm room at school to a grand apartment in Paris and finally to our family town home in Santa Monica, I have taken the soul of home with me, wherever I am.
— Jennifer L. Scott, At Home with Madame Chic: Becoming a Connoisseur of Daily Life
940Home is not where you live but where they understand you.
— Christian Morgenstern
Driving to see my childhood home was very significant for me. It taught me the importance of home, especially to children. Your home is more than just a shelter. It is more than just a place to showcase your design skills. It is more than just a means to an end (especially if you would rather live somewhere else). It is the most importance place of your life. It provides you solace and refuge from the harsh world. It provides tangible comforts, like your cozy sofa and warm bed. But it also provides other comforts in the energy it gives off. You will have so many memories in this home. There will be many firsts here, and if you have children, they will remember even the smallest details about your home - especially all of its off-beat character.
— Jennifer L. Scott, At Home with Madame Chic: Becoming a Connoisseur of Daily Life
Heaven is a home without the machines or gods. Hell is a home without love.
— C.J. Anderson, Exit Ruinland: Chronicles of Lauren Vasquez
It might be well enough to wander if you've a place and people to come back to, but I tell you now there's no desolation like wanting to go home and truly not knowing where it is.
— Elizabeth Kerner
HOME is where the heart is, but today, the PHONE is where the Heart is!!!
— Rachitha Cabral
I don't desire a change of scenery or exotic experiences. My heart yearns for familiarity, stability, the comfort of home- and my sanity depends on it.
— Dean Koontz, Odd Thomas
I took [Kate's] hand in mine, and felt her fingers squeeze back. And I thought: home. It took me completely by surprise. But I suppose that once you bid farewell to your first home, you're always looking for another—that place where you can feel happy and strong and at your best. For three years I'd called the Aurora home. But now that I lived in Paris, it was not the city itself that was home. It was Kate.
— Kenneth Oppel, Skybreaker
I wanted my home to be a haven, like coming in from the cold to a big warm hug.
— Cathy Bramley, Conditional Love
The world turns gray, the air grows cool, the fog blows in. Only at evening can you really value home.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust: First Part
It is to the prodigals...that the memory of their Father's house comes back. If the son had lived economically he would never have thought of returning.
— Simone Weil
But [Coca-Cola] was also genuinely welcomed by the servicemen in far-flung military bases: Coca-Cola reminded them of home and helped to maintain morale.
— Tom Standage, A History of the World in 6 Glasses
There is no Better place like Home till we find the right One
— Jan Jansen