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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.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
An alarming number of parents appear to have little confidence in their ability to "teach" their children. We should help parents understand the overriding importance of incidental teaching in the context of warm, consistent companionship. Such caring is usually the greatest teaching, especially if caring means sharing in the activites of the home.
— Raymond S. Moore, School Can Wait
My father says you remember the smell of your country no matter where you are but only recognize it when you're far away.
— Aglaja Veteranyi, Warum das Kind in der Polenta kocht
VIDEO ARCHIVE-INTERVIEW 24768 . GOLD-EYEI like trees… grass… only birds in sky. People walking safe. FamilyNo Creatures. Sleep all night safe. Walk under sun in own place.Grow plants. Build.Be father with mother. Have Children. A place like Petar told me. Home.After Change goes back…I want home.
— Garth Nix, Shade's Children
Home. It's such a simple word, one I never knew would come to mean as much to me as it has. It once was my dad's house, then my uncle's farm. Mostly it's meant wherever Charlie and I were together. Now, though, it's you. It's your letters, your words. They're the place I go to with my fears, where I find comfort, where I feel safe.
— Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
Home. When it rains, you can smell the leaves in the forest and the sand. It's all so small and mild, the landscape surrounding the lake, so manageable. The leaves and the sand are so close, it's as if you might, if you wanted, pull them on over your head. And the lake always laps at the shore so gently, licking the hand you dip into it like a young dog, and the water is soft and shallow.
— Jenny Erpenbeck, Visitation
It is a great comfort to a rambling people to know that somewhere there is a permanent home--perhaps it is the most final of the comforts they ever really know.
— Ben Robertson, Red Hills and Cotton
For me a house or an apartment becomes a home when you add one set of four legs, a happy tail, and that indescribable measure of love that we call a dog.
— Roger A. Caras
‎What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and work flow.
— Martin Luther
what we call a home is merely any place that succeeds in making more consistenly available to us the important truths which the wider world ignores, or which our distracted and irresolute selves have trouble holding onto." (p123) Architecture of Happiness
— Alain de Botton, The Architecture of Happiness
[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.
— Sōseki Natsume
I thought about that old saying, how we can never go home again. But I think it's more like a piece of us stays behind when we leave -- a piece we can never reclaim, one that awaits our next visit and demands that we remember.
— Beth Hoffman, Looking for Me
Thomas Jefferson asked himself “In what country on earth would you rather live ” He first answered “Certainly in my own where are all my friends my relations and the earliest and sweetest affections and recollections of my life.” But he continued “which would be your second choice ” His answer “France.
— Thomas Jefferson
....and I'll know that this is what you live for - to hear someone say. "Let's go home," to hear someone you love call your name.
— Leah Stewart, The Myth of You and Me
He feels safer just knowing that even if he's away there is a home waiting for him to return.
— Gabriel Bá, Daytripper
Home. Wow. I’m already calling it home.Well, isn’t that what any place is? Any place that you share withsomeone you love, I mean?
— Meg Cabot, Queen of Babble in the Big City
They caught up with each other's news casually, leaving long, cosy gaps of silence in which to go to work on their muffins and coffees. Jerome - after two months of having to be witty and brilliant in a strange town among strangers - appreciated the gift of it. People talk about the happy quiet that can exist between two lovers, but this too was great; sitting between his sister and his brother, saying nothing, eating. ~ on the comforts of home.
— Zadie Smith, On Beauty
Human feelings are queer things -- I am much happier -- black-leading the stove's -- making the beds and sweeping the floors at home, than I should be living like a fine lady anywhere else.
— Charlotte Brontë
Home is a little kingdom with rulers, laws, and subjects, each with a part to perform in order that life there shall be perfect.
— Mabel Hale, Beautiful Girlhood: A Timeless Guide for Christian Adolescense
I had discovered that the plainest house can crown a fantasy or daydream. An open window can be tolerated. So can an open door. But I discovered the value of four walls and a roof. Something about containment that at the same time offers escape.
— Lloyd Jones, Mister Pip
I've lived here ... my whole life. It's where I lost all my baby teeth. Where tiny hamster, gerbil, and bird skeletons lie in rotted-out cardboard coffins beneath the oak tree in our backyard. Also where, if some future archaeologist goes digging, they'll find the remains of a plush toy: a gray terrier named Toto I buried after the accident.
— Jennifer McMahon, My Tiki Girl
The principle of neighborhood at home always implies the principle of charity abroad. (pg. 260, The Idea of a Local Economy)
— Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays
He claimed the waters must have, indeed, been healing, because look how hard his journey was on him to get there, and how easy it was on him to get home.
— Sarah Addison Allen
I had come to a place where I was meant to be. I don't mean anything so prosaic as a sense of coming home. This was different, very different. It was like arriving at a place much safer than home.
— Pat Conroy, The Lords of Discipline
Because loners are born everywhere, we end up living everywhere. We do not, have not, tended to single ourselves out as special, elite, requiring rarefied environments. Too often we have done the opposite; lived where we lived because our jobs were there, or families, or because we'd heard the schools were good there, or that we would love a place with changing seasons. Then, no matter what, we put our noses to the grindstone. We take living there as a fait accompli, a fact. Too often we are miserable somewhere without realizing why. We blame ourselves for not buckling down, settling in, fitting in. The problem is the place, but too often we do not see this, we will not allow ourselves to see this. It's the same old thing: This is a friendly town, so what's your problem?...To the non-loner, or the self-reproaching loner, the fact of being a loner is not comparable to those other determinants. It is not a matter of life and death, we tell ourselves. It its not a matter of breathing or of execution by stoning. But home is the crucible of living...So how can living not be a matter of life and death?
— Anneli Rufus, Party of One: The Loners' Manifesto
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.
— Charles Dickens
olivia reminds me of a bird sometimes, how her feathers get all ruffled when she's mad. and when she's fragile like this, she's a little lost bird looking for its nest.
— R.J. Palacio
Home. Let me come home. Home is whenever I'm with you.
— Edward Sharpe
What's most revolting is that one is really sad! No, it's better at home. Here at least one blames others for everything and excuses oneself.
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment
All white people are born with a singular mission in life in order to pass from regular whitehood into ultra-whitehood. Just as Muslims have to visit Mecca, all white people must eventually renovate a house before they can be complete.
— Christian Lander, Stuff White People Like: A Definitive Guide to the Unique Taste of Millions
We are all children coming inside from recess with varying degrees of dirt on us.
— Shannon L. Alder
Home is always the impossible subject, multilayered and maddening.
— Paul Theroux
It had to be U. U. was the only town I could still bear, the one spot in the atlas I'd already absorbed head-on. When you take too many of your critical hits in one place, that place can no longer hurt you.
— Richard Powers, Galatea 2.2
Home was truly the best place he could possibly be, but, alas, was not an available option.
— Kenneth Eade, Unreasonable Force
Although it may be unused, the front door continues to appeal to our sense arrival. Call it the ceremony of coming home.
— Akiko Busch, Geography of Home: Writings on Where We Live
[They] believed that the worst way to die, was far from home. That one’s soul traveled the earth, lost forever. But this place was as much her home as [California]. She had lived out some of the most important parts of her life here – and if that didn’t qualify a place as home, what did?
— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters
I would’ve loved to return to me home of Ireland, but Joshua never made the bloody pikes he was flogged for.
— Sharon Robards, A Woman Transported
I wonder if ever again Americans can have that experience of returning to a home place so intimately known, profoundly felt, deeply loved, and absolutely submitted to? It is not quite true that you can't go home again. I have done it, coming back here. But it gets less likely. We have had too many divorces, we have consumed too much transportation, we have lived too shallowly in too many places.
— Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
Heart thoughts are profound, hindsight aches and hope is obscure. I'm craving a great adventure -- one that leads me back home.
— Donna Lynn Hope
Thomas Wolfe warned in the title of America’s great novel that ‘You Can’t Go Home Again.’ I enjoyed the book but I never agreed with the title. I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and dragons of home under one’s skin, at the extreme corners of one’s eyes and possibly in the gristle of the earlobe.Home is that youthful region where a child is the only real living inhabitant. Parents, siblings, and neighbors, are mysterious apparitions, who come, go, and do strange unfathomable things in and around the child, the region’s only enfranchised citizen.[…]We may act sophisticated and worldly but I believe we feel safest when we go inside ourselves and find home, a place where we belong and maybe the only place we really do.
— Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter
I sat on a toilet watching the water run thinking what an odd thing tourism is. You fly off to a strange land, eagerly abandoning all the comforts of home and then expend vast quantities of time and money in a largely futile effort to recapture the comforts you wouldn’t have lost if you hadn’t left home in the first place.
— Bill Bryson, Neither Here nor There: Travels in Europe
Are we running away from home?” I asked, giving voice to the question that had been on my mind for two days, ever since the lady at the Wok On restaurant asked where we were from and my mother
— Michele Jaffe, Ghost Flower
Where you are born--what you are born into, the place, the history of the place, how that history mates with your own-- stamps who you are, whatever the pundits of globalisation have to say.
— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
I may stay here in this town another day or I may go on to another town. No one knows where I am. I am taking this bath in life, as you see, and when I have had enough of it I shall go home feeling refreshed.
— Sherwood Anderson, Death in the Woods and Other Stories
You restored me to the concept of home.
— Lionel Shriver, We Need to Talk About Kevin
She pondered the arrangements of the paintings on a wall like a writer pondered commas.
— Jonathan Franzen, The Discomfort Zone: A Personal History
He thinks money spent on a home is money wasted. He's lived too much in hotels. Never the best hotels, of course. Second-rate hotels. He doesn't understand a home. He doesn't feel at home in it. And yet, he wants a home. He's even proud of having this shabby place. He loves it here.
— Eugene O'Neill, Long Day's Journey Into Night
Bellusdeo laughed. It was, for a moment, the only sound in the quiet of the fief’s night, and it was warmer and deeper than the lingering night chill. When her laughter faded, she glanced at Kaylin. “I was not like this before. I thought that the Shadows had not touched me.” She lowered her head a moment.Kaylin understood this, as well. “It seems so unfair,” she finally said.“Life is unfair. Which part of it pains you?”“We suffer, and it breaks something. When we win free—by gaining our name, by crossing a bloody bridge—we still live in a cage of scars. If life were fair, we would never have suffered what we suffered at all; having suffered it and survived, we’re still reacting to things that don’t exist anymore.”“But they did.”“Yes. I hate that they still define me.” Voice lower, she said to Bellusdeo, “I want that to change. I don’t know how to change it. But I’m willing to spend the rest of my life trying.” Shaking her head, she forced herself to smile; it was surprisingly easy. There was something about Bellusdeo that she liked. “Home is a strange thing.”“What do you mean?”“We lose it, and we think it’s gone forever. That’s how I felt the first time I lost mine. It took me years to understand that I could find—and make—another. I couldn’t do it on my own, though; I don’t think—for me—home exists in isolation.
— Michelle Sagara West, Cast in Ruin
Homes should mean something to us humans. They are a basic instinct. A home, with a life that centers only on food and sleep, is not really a home, it's a house. Beauty and graciousness, joy of living, being used in every part, these are the things that make a house a home. (chapter header quote from Popular Home Decorations, 1940)
— Ellen Baker, Keeping the House
When you are on the air, there is no land you need to call home.
— Grigoris Deoudis
She considered what had made Denmark home to her anyway. Was it the sense of familiarity? That wherever she went there were echoes of a hundred memories she could pluck from her thoughts?
— Sage Steadman, Upon Destiny's Song
At forty-three, I bought my first house. I’d wanted one like crazy. A house meant family, a happy childhood for my litttle girl and for the little girl self inside me. . . . I was soon overwhelmed by the upkeep and overcome by the yardwork. . . . In the bright light of closing, it was obvious: it was never a house I wanted; it was what a house symbolized to me. (254)
— Victoria Moran, Younger by the Day: 365 Ways to Rejuvenate Your Body and Revitalize Your Spirit
If this were so; if the desert were 'home'; if our instincts were forged in the desert; to survive the rigours of the desert - then it is easier to understand why greener pastures pall on us; why possessions exhaust us, and why Pascal's imaginary man found his comfortable lodgings a prison.
— Bruce Chatwin, The Songlines
You can never really escape. It goes with you, wherever you go. Somehow, the prairie dust gets in your blood, and it flows through your veins until it becomes a part of you. The vast stretches of empty fields, the flat horizons of treeless plains. The simplicity of the people—good, earnest people. The way they talk and the way they live. The lack of occurrence, lack of attention, lack of everything. All that—it’s etched into your soul and it colors the way you see everything and it becomes a part of you. Eventually, Ms. Harper, when you leave, everything you experience outside of Kansas will be measured against all you know here. And none of it will make any sense.
— P.S. Baber, Cassie Draws the Universe
This is what happened when one left one's home - pieces of oneself scattered all over the world, no one place ever completely satisfied, always a nostalgia for the place left behind. Pieces of her in Vietnam, some in this place of bone. She brought the letter to her nose. The smell of Vietnam: a mix of jungle and wetness and spices and rot. A smell she hadn't realized she missed.
— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters
Sustainability is now a big baggy sack in which people throw all kinds of old ideas, hot air and dodgy activities in order to be able to greenwash their products and feel good.
— Kevin McCloud, Kevin McCloud's 43 Principles of Home: Enjoying Life in the 21st Century.
His client needs him, he says. Needs him? But isn’t he needed at home?
— Beth Kephart, Undercover
Helen's Saigon had always been about selling - chickens, information, or lovely young women, it didn't matter. It had once been called the Pearl of the Orient, but by people who had not been there in a very long time. Saigon had never been Paris, but now it was a garrison town, unlovely, a stinking refugee shantyville filled with the angry, the betrayed, the dispossessed, but she had made it her home, and she couldn't bear that soon she would have to leave.
— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters
You still haven't said where you come from. Where is your home?"I said, "I am a sheath, so home is wherenever my shade, my blade is.
— Sarah Micklem, Wildfire
The most luxurious home is the most peaceful one.
— Mahrukh
Home.” This was my mantra, my four-letter savior.
— M.B. Dallocchio, The Desert Warrior
It is so beautiful but home is home, and home is best.
— Michael Morpurgo, Toto: The Dog-Gone Amazing Story of the Wizard of Oz
Home is where you feel more welcome, more secure, have more rights, where you are loved. This place can be any place even away from what you would normally call home.
— Bangambiki Habyarimana, Book of Wisdom
Does your home make you happy? This place, this sanctuary, that we call home should be a place that makes us feel joyful, safe, and at peace. Let your home be a place of beauty. Let it be that your home never makes you feel trapped, stressed, or drained. Having a place of sanctuary is very important for the mental well-being. No matter what happens in the outside world there needs to always be a place for you to balance out and recharge. Let your home be a sanctuary that gives you peace.
— Avina Celeste
Don’t sell based on inventory. Inventory based on who you want to sell.A lot of people sell homes. They all have structure. Location, size, style, function, benefit, community, who stays (and leaves)...totally different. You can sell or do anything at a premium. It may be a home, but the type of clientele you work with is a choice. Don’t sell based on inventory. Inventory based on who you want to sell.Go to work.
— Richie Norton
...one can never leave home...one carries the shadows, the dreams, the dragons of home under one's skin, at the extreme corners of one's eyes...
— Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter
How you bring people into your home is just as important as when they walk through the door. Frame well. #marketing
— Richie Norton
When you've been lost as I have," he once said, "you get good at finding your way home.
— Emily Henry, A Million Junes
It all comes together inside her, and she can’t begin to explain. “It’s just a pattern,” she says, feeling bad because it’s a lie. She’s lying to Miss Justineau, who she loves more than anyone in the world. And of course the other part of the feeling, that’s even harder to say, is that they’re each other’s home now. They have to be.
— M.R. Carey, The Girl with All the Gifts
To transform home is to transform the world.
— Diana Butler Bass, Grounded: Finding God in the World. A Spiritual Revolution
Home, I think. But it's nowhere I can go back to.
— Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
How difficult it must be to leave a place called home, along with all the bitter sweet memories attached, for someone special and later on visit the same place as a guest.
— Swati Kumar, The Great Indian Dilemma
We can’t go back to something we ain’t never been to in the first place. It ain’t ours anymore. This is.
— Yaa Gyasi, Homegoing
But here, the rain was just another part of the landscape. Like it was the thing that lived here and we were merely visitors.
— Megan Miranda, All the Missing Girls
A home is a place one's heart creates and so recognizes as its own. A place it enters of its own free will. All others are merely dwelling places.
— Cameron Dokey, Kissed:  Once Upon A Time Omnibus Belle/Sunlight and Shadow/Winter's Child
If ever you want a rainbow in your home, go to Sandwich Glass Museum, and let them put one in your heart too.
— Anthony T Hincks
This, it occurred to me, was the deeper meaning in the mournful merriment I had been part of that day. I stood at Mam's sink before bedtime, filling an iced tea glass with water, thinking that I had underestimated this place where I was born. I knew it was a good place to be from. I had no idea how great a place it was to be.
— Rod Dreher, The Little Way of Ruthie Leming: A Southern Girl, a Small Town, and the Secret of a Good Life
But home did not seem the right word for it. It hadn’t quite been home for years. Not like it used to be.
— Emory R. Frie, Heart of a Lion
A hermit never lives alone when he has God as a house guest.
— Anthony T. Hincks
He reminds me of how one would feel when they think of home. A place where you eventually have to find your way back to, because it is where you are safe and loved.
— Carla Reighard, Settlers
Ever theatrical, Jackie also viewed the home as a grand set: a malleable, working stage on which to play out the daily sketches of life...
— Shelly Branch, What Would Jackie Do?: An Inspired Guide to Distinctive Living
When your partner is regularly going out to bars and nightclubs and does not come home until after sunrise, it is likely that they are engaging in some form of infidelity.
— Steven Magee
The Forest that had been about her all her life, certain as a mountain, was made ashes. The high gable that had stood for two hundred years fallen in ruin. Throvenland was torn apart like smoke on the wind. Nowhere would be safe, ever again.
— Joe Abercrombie, Half a War
I didn't care whether I had gotten dressed, or what state my hair was in or anything– it didn't matter. I felt close to him, and I'd come to regard him as just another part of the scenery.
— Banana Yoshimoto, The Lake
Nostalgia is a longing for your home.
— Will Advise
The fastest way to go home is to be home...
— Will Advise
Whenever she felt at home, there always seemed to be love floating about on the edges of things.
— Meia Geddes, The Little Queen
He is more rooted to the idea of home. He created this home...and established routines like watching the BBC and cooking barbecues for friends. It's much harder to dismantle that world and to rebuild it somewhere else.
— Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran
The world is for you and for the ones who roll out the carpet, even if it's tattered. They're scattered all over. And if you look carefully, they can help you find your way home, wherever you are.
— Salma Abdelnour, Jasmine and Fire: A Bittersweet Year in Beirut
Are all societies doomed to amnesia—or are there communities that have preserved their collective cultural memory?The world, which is the private property of a few, suffers from amnesia. It is not an innocent amnesia. The owners prefer not to remember that the world was born yearning to be a home for everyone.
— Galeano Eduardo
He wonders what it would be like to belong somewhere and never doubt it.
— Stephanie Bishop, The Other Side of the World
....he will always live in a place he is not from. For a long time he thought that habit would counter this fact and custom would disguise it. He thought, in the beginning, that such things would not matter in the long run. But they did, they do, they always will.
— Stephanie Bishop, The Other Side of the World
Home's what's left over when you've figured out all the places you don't want to be. Sounds stupid, doesn't it? But that's what we do. We say not there and not there and not there, until there's only one place left.
— Anne Corlett, The Space Between the Stars
So maybe home is something that changes as we do, something that expands and contracts with time and loss.
— Lily Myers, This Impossible Light
I saw Sonora before me, so otherworldly, so desolate, some cast-out mistress on the pale blue planet, and longed suddenly to stay.
— Hannah Lillith Assadi, Sonora
He’d lived in the desert all his life, and he loved it. He was its child. It was his home.
— Tony   Taylor, Counters
This feeling of being "home at last" corresponds to my idea about the city, and idea shaped by books, movies, and plays, an idea of infinite possibility.
— Siri Hustvedt, A Plea for Eros: Essays
Warm, enticing scents were floating down, basil and oregano and tomato. It made Wes long for something, something he couldn't place. A happy childhood, a home.
— Sarah Addison Allen, Lost Lake
He has a traditional shopper's DNA, an eye for freshness and appearance, and a consistent sense of a home to go back to.
— Amit Chaudhuri, Friend of My Youth
You shall not go down good twice to the same river, nor can you go home again. That he knew; indeed it was the basis of his view of the world. Yet from that acceptance of transience he evolved his vast theory, wherein what is most changeable is shown to be fullest of eternity, and your relationship to the river, and the river's relationship to you and to itself, turns out to be at once more complex and more reassuring than a mere lack of identity. You CAN go home again, the General Temporal Theory asserts, so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed
For those I come from, there is nothing more devouring than the feeling of want for home, the feeling of need for home. We are all waiting for a form of transport, a ship, a saucer to carry us out of the too-dark night.
— Hannah Lillith Assadi, Sonora
Anywhere you find peace of mind is your home!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
But years and miles away from home could never attenuate the city's hold on my identity, and the more I explored places and people far from Hampton, the more my status as one of its daughters came to mean to me.
— Margot Lee Shetterly, Hidden Figures: The American Dream and the Untold Story of the Black Women Mathematicians Who Helped Win the Space Race
West Virgina never left Katherine's heart, but Virginia was her destiny.
— Margot Lee Shetterly, Hidden Figures: The American Dream and the Untold Story of the Black Women Mathematicians Who Helped Win the Space Race
Nakajima's presence didn't put any pressure on me, either. Quite the opposite: there was a warmth in the core of my chest when he was around.
— Banana Yoshimoto, The Lake
What I would do, to myself or anyone else, for the chance to go back home? But no one is there. No one I care about. They're gone, protected, far away. Home is no longer the place we're from. Home is safe with them. I hope.
— Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage
Home is within me, no matter where I go, no matter what happens to our planet or our people.
— Romina Russell, Zodiac
And that, she thought as he left her, summed up the miracle of her life. She had a home with him, and he'd be there.
— J.D. Robb, Echoes in Death
How many times do your feet have to press down on a path before they make an imprint, before pieces of soul start sticking?
— Fiona Wood, Cloudwish
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Home is where the heart unveils.
— Gloria D. Gonsalves
When we feel haunted, it is the pull of our own home we're experiencing, but a more upsetting possibility is that the past has become homeless, and we are offering it a place to inhabit in the present.
— Yiyun Li, Dear Friend, from My Life I Write to You in Your Life
Homes, Gamache knew, were a self portrait. A person's choice of color, furnishing, pictures, every touch revealed the individual. God, or the devil, was in the details. And so was the human. Was it dirty, messy, obsessively clean? Were the decorations chosen to impress, or were they a hodgepodge of personal history? Was the space cluttered or clear? He felt a thrill every time he entered a home during an investigation.
— Louise Penny, Still Life
Eventually we all must return home.
— Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus
You're not lost, so long as you know your way back home.
— Lana M. H. Wilder
IT’S THE HOME OF THE FUTURE!! WHERE YOUR SAFTY IS ASSURED, AND YOUR HAPPINESS IS GUARANTEED!!
— Jim Dyar, The Zeus Gambit
A man goes away from his home and it is in him to do it. He lies in strange beds in the dark, and the wind is different in the trees. He walks in the street and there are the faces in front of his eyes, but there are no names for the faces. the voices he hears are not the voices he carried away in his ears a long time back when he went away. The voices he hears are loud. they are so loud he does not hear for a long time at a stretch those voices he carried away in his ears. but there comes a minute when it is quiet and he can hear those voices he carried away in his ears a long time back. He can make out what they say, and they say: Come back. They say: Come back, boy. So he comes back.
— Robert Penn Warren, All the King's Men
I believe each of us is a pilgrim in our own way; we are all lost souls, trying to find our way home.
— Seth Adam Smith, Rip Van Winkle and the Pumpkin Lantern
Every man, woman, and child on this earth is a wandering pilgrim in his or her own way—each searching for a belonging place. That sense of belonging is found only as we care for one another.
— Seth Adam Smith, Rip Van Winkle and the Pumpkin Lantern
I promise, Matthias. I'll take you home.""Nina," he said, pressing her hand to his heart. "I am already home.
— Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom
A unicorn in this magical star.In my new home.My ethereal home.Saturna
— Deepika Kumaaraguru, Ethereal: The Dawn of the Blue
Sabotage isolated them from their home, thwarting any hope of outside help. Frantic, unreliable sightings of frightening things – horrible things - led to chaos. The crew, terrified, opted to die fighting and went hunting for their attacker. Kaine’s only regret was that they found it. It killed them all.Systematically.
— Christina Engela, Demonspawn
There might be nowhere I would be at home. I might always be straddling two worlds, and finding solace in neither.
— Eilis O'Neal, The False Princess
Instead of more consumerism – the buying of experiences, the accumulation of things, of eating the ‘other’ – perhaps writers should name their own environment. What is the shape of your watershed? How is your electricity produced? Where is your water treated? Where is your food produced and by whom and how does it travel to your local market? What are the names of the rocks under your feet and around you? What formed those geological features? Who were the first humans here? What flora and fauna live upon it and what are their habits and interfaces? What stars whirl above you and what names have they been given, what lore? How can one trace the relations, find the slippages between histories, the linkages, to find the complexities in naming and of the named? Travel as one’s carbon footprint; travel as a footstep, travel as a naming in a landscape in all its complexity. Homing as a way to place oneself in a constellation of process and being.
— Hạo Nguyên
It was a fairly large house, larger than all our previous dwellings. There were two pinkwashed, picture- windowed, orange gable-roofed storeys, encompassing eight rooms, and an adjoining, presently shuttered garage. A friendly, unsymmetrical house, with pink bougainvillea hanging over the iron-lace decorated, semi-circular front porch and ivy climbing from the walls to the uneven gables.
— Sonal Panse, The Sunshine Time: Season 1 Episode 4
We’ve taken everything from her, brother,” Maven murmurs, drawing close. “Surely we can give her this?” And then slowly, reluctantly, Cal nods and waves me into his room. Dizzy with excitement, I hurry inside, almost hopping from foot to 
— Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen
I like home. It’s warm and there are books.
— Ilona Andrews, Magic Shifts
Small wonder how pitiably we love our home, cling in her skirts at night, rejoice in her wide star-seducing smile, when every star strikes us sick with the fright: do we really exist at all?
— James Agee, Let Us Now Praise Famous Men
It's lovely to be going home and know it's home. I love green gables already, and I've never loved any place before. Oh, Marilla, I'm so happy.
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
The fraudulent electrical utility company in conjunction with the corrupt sheriff taught me that an Englishman's home is not his castle
— Steven Magee
So how long do I have before—what were their names? Carl and Rosa? Yeah, that’s them. How long do I have before they come back?”“I don’t know. Maybe...maybe an hour or so?” My hands felt incredibly small in his.That lopsided grin was back. “I doubt they’d be happy to find me here.”“Why?”His brows rose. “Maybe I’m wrong. They used to coming home to find some strange guy sitting on their couch?”I rolled my eyes.“That’s it, isn’t it?” Rider tugged on my hands, and I rose, letting him pull me down to the couch beside him. He leaned back, sliding one arm around my shoulders and tucking me against his side. “Just par for the course with you, huh?”I didn’t know what to do with my hands since he’d let go of them, so I folded them in my lap. “I’ve never had a...guy here.”Rider stiffened and then he twisted his neck so he was looking at me.Did I seriously admit that out loud? Squeezing my eyes shut, I sighed. “I’m just...going to shut up now.”He chuckled. “Don’t do that. I like listening to you talk.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever
I think that home shouldn't be a place you need to leave if you want to experience something in consonance with your innermost being. Home should be a place of experimentation and discovery, a place of peace and quiet where the most natural in each individual can be developed in fine-tuning to the desires and searches of others.
— Oddný Eir, Land of Love and Ruins
(...) everything I'd been longing to get away from, true, but not through destruction. I'd wanted to leave home, but have it stay in place, waiting for me, unchanged, so I could step back into it at will.
— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
I should probably warn you, my love isn't roses and champagne. I'm obsessive, jealous, and controlling, but I'm faithful and I'll be here when you need someone.
— Suzanne Steele, Home
Mr. Arsenikos said if you knew the constellations you would never get lost. You could always find your way home.
— Bryn Greenwood, All the Ugly and Wonderful Things
It is not the truth which has to be sought, it is you who have to be brought home.
— Osho, Hsin Hsin Ming, the Book of Nothing: Discourses on the Faith Mind of Sosan
Coming back to Karachi is like stepping into the sea again after months on land. How easily you float, how peaceful is the sense of being borne along, and how familiar the sound of the water lapping against your limbs.
— Kamila Shamsie, Salt and Saffron
I mean . . . I don't know. I don't know what I want to do, or who I want to be, or where I want to live. I don't know. I like reading about adventure, sure, but I also like doing it from the safety of home. But what is home, besides a quilt-covered bed? Where is it?
— Stephanie Perkins, Isla and the Happily Ever After
We call it ‘back home’knowing full well that the majority of us may never go back. That we may spend but a handful of weeks in the tropic heat and relentless traffic,tolerating family members we may have convincedourselves to have missed, but very few will submit to that final pull to return. We know our land, our soil as back home, but for many of usit is only the home we left back,the one we left so far behind to be thrust into a lifelong searchof another, of another, of another.
— Naveed Khan
Oblige me by telling me where I am.""That is impossible. You know nothing about whereness. The only way to come to know where you are is to begin to make yourself at home.
— George MacDonald, Lilith
Where are you going?” Wesley asked in a semi-sleepy voice.“Home.” I pulled on my jeans. “I’ve gotta take a shower and get ready for school.”He pushed himself up on one elbow to look at me. His hair was a mess, brown curls falling into his eyes and sticking up in the back. “You can shower here,” he offered. “I might even join you if you’re lucky.
— Kody Keplinger, The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend
You know what I remember most vividly from that hospital? There were creases in the pillowcase. "I was in pain when they brought me in. They'd bandaged me up before transporting me, but they hand't had anything to deaden that kind of pain. So I wasn't clear in my head. I don't remember who was holding the stretcher, anything like that. "But when they lifted me up, and I looked at the cot I'd be transferred to, even as they tipped me onto it, I noticed the creases in the pillowcase, and it was everything I could do not to cry. You get used to things being dusty and gritty and oily, you really do, but then, when there's something clean, something that's been folded carefully, and unfolded carefully and it's there for your head, it's like your heart, it's like I don't know, I can't describe it.
— Alison Jean Lester, Lillian on Life
What have you talked about then?” Alec didn’t like how jealous he sounded, but it couldn’t be helped. Ever since Charlie had come home he didn’t know how to feel about her. It was impossible to just wipe out all the love he’d carried for her for so many years, every time he looked at his sons he saw her in them. He had tried to move on, he had moved on, but a part of him would always love her. Everything he had learnt about being a man, a lover, a true friend, a father; all these things he had learnt with her right by his side. She had made him her constant in a world where she had never known true stability, and he had loved her all the more for it. But just as it was impossible to stop loving her, the same could be said when it came to hating her. He f*** ing hated her. He loved her with the same intensity of hating her.
— K. Carr
But can't you even imagine what it must feel like to have a true home? I don't mean heaven. I mean a real earthly home. Not some fortress you bought and built up and have to keep everybody locked in or out. A real home. Not some place you went to and invaded and slaughtered people to get. Not some place you claimed, snatched because you got the guns. Not some place you stole from the people living there, but your own home, where if you go back past your great-great-grandparents, past theirs, and theirs, past the whole of Western history, past the beginning of organized knowledge, past pyramids and poison bows, on back to when rain was new, before plants forgot they could sing and birds thought they were fish, back when God said Good! Good!-- there, right there where you know your own people were born and lived and died. Imagine that, Pat. That place. Who was God talking to if not to my people living in my home?""You preaching, Reverend.""No, I'm talking to you, Pat. I'm talking to you.
— Toni Morrison, Paradise
One works hard to prop up an illusion that sucks the life out of them, and the other works hard to make their home a place that restores them, nurtures them, and gives life to others.
— Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
Home, to many of the people I interviewed, is a good, comfortable feeling about the place where they live, and a sense that their place is going to be theirs for a while....Home is any place, any experience that feeds his soul "in some positive way".
— Bella DePaulo, How We Live Now: Redefining Home and family in the 21st Century
Then, who is Matilda?' I asked.Toby tilted his cup and poked at the slush with his straw. 'I suppose Matilda's the girl who felt like home.
— Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home
Home is a fairy tale, the kind where children are lost in the woods, found, cooked and eaten.
— Jamie Ford, Songs of Willow Frost
It turns out that home is not mostly a place. Home is someone putting her arms around you and saying the words your heart longs to hear: always and everywhere.
— Anne Nesbet, Cloud and Wallfish
He had left home one day, yesterday, and come home today, and the change was too much for him to bear. And this was why he could not go home all at once.
— Robert Laxalt, Sweet Promised Land
The home is the center of life. It is a refuge from the grind of work, the pressure of school, and the menace of the streets. We say that at home, we can “be ourselves.” Everywhere else, we are someone else. At home, we remove our masks. The home is the wellspring of personhood. It is where our identity takes root and blossoms, where as children, we imagine, play, and question, and as adolescents, we retreat and try. As we grow older, we hope to settle into a place to raise a family or pursue work. When we try to understand ourselves, we often begin by considering the kind of home in which we were raised.
— Matthew Desmond, Evicted: Poverty and Profit in the American City
I was moving forward into space, but i would never come home again
— Bryn Greenwood, All the Ugly and Wonderful Things
One can build a perfect home, but not live in it.
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Here I Am
Home isn’t four walls, it’s the people you’re with.
— Alexandra Bracken, Through the Dark
Maybe I live in the gates that lead to outbound international flights. Maybe that is home.And do I feel more comfortable at the departures or at the arrivals?
— Michal Coret, Becoming What I Might Be
Christmas isn't a parade or concert but a piece of home you keep in your heart wherever you go.
— Donna VanLiere, The Christmas Town
He reminds me of a comfortable sweater that you pull on, knowing it will keep you warm every time.
— Katherine Reay, Dear Mr. Knightley
you are going to be sent home....I 'm glad of it but where's HOME ?
— Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
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— Tingkat Delivery
Love is when two (or more) hearts build a safe emotional, mental, and spiritual home that will stand strong no matter how much anyone changes on the inside or the outside. It demands only one things and expects only one thing: that each person be his or her own true self.
— Neil Strauss, The Truth: An Uncomfortable Book About Relationships
Temporary homecomings are bittersweet. Sometimes it's better not to go back at all than to have to leave again.
— Amanda Bouchet, A Promise of Fire
If you are lucky, home is not only a place that you leave, but also a place where you someday arrive.
— Kate Bolick, Spinster: Making a Life of One's Own
History will see this as the residential commodification era, in which housing provision seemed to lose all contact between supply and demand of housing as a utility and simply focused on supply and demand of investment — and that is worrying. Investment is good for the economy, but the investment you want is investment that goes into creating homes, workplaces and infrastructure, not investing in owning them and inflating asset prices.
— Peter Rees
A traditional house smelled of wood smoke, the earth, and of thatch; all good smells, the smell of life itself.
— Alexander McCall Smith, The Kalahari Typing School for Men
Once in my room I don't have a goddamn clue what to do.
— Kelly Thompson, The Girl Who Would Be King
She always said, 'When I'm home, I've got to get things done, even if there are visitors. Elizabeth knows how to relax in her own house.' And then she would shake her head, as if Elizabeth had remarkable powers.
— Jane Smiley, A Thousand Acres
If you want to radiation poison a nation, just start shipping them cheap ionizing smoke detectors for the home with a little too much radiation in them.
— Steven Magee
It is not my wish to stay home so much that I become isolated, but to use the comforting influence of my home to restore and gather myself after each step I take in my expanding ability to participate in the world.
— Maureen Brady, Daybreak: Meditations For Women Survivors Of Sexual Abuse
Purchasing a large and expensive home during a real estate boom turned into the biggest financial mistake that I ever made.
— Steven Magee
Here, where we had done the most of our growing up, the old family home had been a fortress against the world. This is something that the children of immigrants all know.
— Robert Laxalt, Sweet Promised Land
You know that when a group of utility workers are withholding their customer service identification cards, they are likely engaging in some form of illegal activity at your home.
— Steven Magee
As far back as I can remember, there has always been a place to which I belonged with a certainty that nothing has been able to take from me. When I say place, that means less a geographical locality and more a group of people with whom I am connected and to whom I belong.
— Sindiwe Magona, To My Children's Children
If there's a feeling to home, it's this. A place where there are no secrets, where nothing stays buried; not the past and not yourself. Where you can be all the versions of you, see it all reflected back at you as you walk the same stairs, the same halls, the same rooms. Feel the ghost of your mother as you sit at the kitchen table, hear the words of your father circling round and round after dinner, and your brother stopping by, wishing you'd be a little better, a little stronger.... It's four walls echoing back everything you've ever been and everything you've ever done, and it's the people who stay despite it all. Through it all. For it all.
— Megan Miranda, All the Missing Girls
I'm home'', he said against her skin, and she realized it was the truth.''I'm home, too''.
— Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton
As humans, we roam the entire world. We even venture beyond it not space. The whole planet is ours, but the whole planet is not our home. Instead, home is the ground we measure with our own two feet. And home is the place that measures us. Home is the place that names us and the place we, in turn, name. It feeds us, body and soul, and if we are living well, we feed it too. Home is the place we cultivate with our love.
— Christie Purifoy, Roots and Sky: A Journey Home in Four Seasons
A house is your third skin, after the skin made of flesh and clothing.
— Jenny Erpenbeck, Visitation
I do not have a home.I swing on a continuum between ridiculous and sublime.
— Amit K Ghosh
Everything starts from home. If the father isn’t there, then the friends are going to step up to influence the young boy astray. This is where the problems come in, because in my community the majority of the children do not have any fathers in the home. I can only speak for my community. This is why with the young guys who do hang around me, I always do my best to encourage them. I have already lived the negative side on the streets, so I prefer to encourage them on the positive side - to encourage them to get a job, save their money and to do something for their families.Franco ‘Co’ Bethel, former gang leader and right hand man to Scrooge.
— Drexel Deal, The Fight of My Life is Wrapped Up in My Father
These steel monstrosities screamed night and day, blotted out the starlit skies and Northern Lights with flashing red strobes, slaughtered thousands of bats and entire flocks of birds banished tourism and wildlife, made people sick and drove them from their now-valueless homes.
— Mike Bond, Killing Maine
Home is to be a safe place, a refuge for all who enter, a protection from the harm and storms of the world. Yet often or even daily we open our doors -- usually via television or the internet -- to ideas and images that can damage our faith, abuse our hearts and minds, sear our psyches, and tear apart our peace. Home should be a place where, behind its doors, one should expect to find protection and safety from all the harms of life, including voices that do not speak truth or wisdom. Only the foolish would invite just anyone to enter the door of their home.
— Sally Clarkson, The Lifegiving Home: Creating a Place of Belonging and Becoming