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The contemplative man always lives alone. Regardless of who may reside in his home, his is a solitary world.
— Daniel J. Rice, The Unpeopled Season: Journal from a North Country Wilderness
Just like our story, the original Christmas tales were stories of searching, not so much for the lost, as for the familiar. Mary and Joseph sought in Bethlehem- the home of their familial ancestry- a place to start their own family; the three kings from the East journeyed beneath the sentinel star to find the King of Kings; and the shepherds sought a child in a place most familiar to them: a manger.
— Richard Paul Evans, Finding Noel
Like waking up in our home one night to find ourselves in a blazing fire, we must be arsonists of emotion, forcing ourselves to grab only what is truly important to us before our life-rafters collapse in on us and we can no longer escape alive.
— A.J. Darkholme, Rise of the Morningstar
Why not surround yourself with things that make you content? After all, there's no place like home.
— Jean Oram, Champagne and Lemon Drops
Why any one place should forever hold enchantment for the reason you are born there is a mystery.
— Robert Ripley
Being inside this cottage, with dark wooden walls and hand-carved furniture like my own home, cast a darkened stain onto my heart.
— Katherine McIntyre, Snatched
The world class restaurant is my sweet home.... and the world class chef is my mom.... now I'm staying in the restaurant and having some of my favorite foods with the champagne of my tube-well and the whole area is overwhelmed by the chirping of crickets. It's a by default candle light dinner due to adorable load shedding. It feels like I'm in heaven and a heaven-sent mom has been assigned for my caring!!
— Khandakar Noushadur Rahman
He rose and walked to the windows. The moon reflected the pristine whiteness blowing into shadowy silvery mounds beneath the stars. It spread out before him, all pure and flowing and sterling. There'd always been a gentle peace and welcome solitude on a wintry night in this house. A place of memories and innocent times; a place for new plans.
— Dee Holmes, All I Want for Christmas
Home is in here [tapping temple]. Where you live is just a geographical preference.
— Lemmy Kilmister
I come to call you Home.Those who resonate with my words and follow them internally, will find that place and know It's completeness, its joy and fullness.I have come to call you away from suffering, from fear and from a life of sorrow and into your own, divine Being.I did not come here to give you decorative stories, to excite your imagination, or sign you up for some long program but to show you how available Truth is, and to remind you that you are never separate from It.No person on this planet is apart from the Truth in the Heart and yet the world is so vast and varied in expression.The greatest good and greatest evil is here.In this forest of duality and complexity you must find your way Home.You must win your Self back. Wisdom and trust will be your compass.Many voices came to call us but we are here today because we are freshly called by the voice of God, Love, Truth.Do not come half way home, but fully home.I know the voice that called you is true and Truth and that where you are being called to is also Real.It is inside your own Heart.It is what gives me the strength to be here.I love to see the beings being set free from the hypnosis of conditioning; from fears, false projection and the grip of ego.And I know that to be liberated is not difficult.It requires only openness and the sincere desire to be free.I don't need to hear anything about your past.Your stories are of no interest to me.That is not how I know you.I know you only through your Heart.That is my true connection with you -the living power of God.It is That which I respond to in youand it is only This that I know.I can only keep reminding you of It by pointing you again and again to the obvious in yourself.Now you must respond to my pointing.This will complete this yoga of seeing.Find and be one with That which is imperishable.Be merged in the Absolute.Don't go to sleep.
— Mooji
It makes a soul lonely when even your tongue has no home.
— Kiersten White, Illusions of Fate
Maybe home is something we have to make, and remake, over and over. But it's hard to make things when you're afraid―or you're certain—that they'll just be broken.
— Michelle Sagara, Cast in Flame
Home is not as much about a place you belong, as people you belong to.
— William Paul Young
I was not merely cleaning an oven
—  I was improving the world.
. . .the home place is the safe haven, the convergence of waters, the place where the beloved dead are as real as the living.
— Carrie La Seur
Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
There is a certain loveliness, I think, to performing deep cleaning in one’s underwear on a beautiful summer day.
— Agnostic Zetetic
We move much too fast, and too frequently, to pause to savor landscapes or avoid disfiguring clutter.
— Edwin M. Yoder Jr.
Couches and tables and beds don’t make a home. Home is where you feel less alone.
— A. Lynn, Itsy's Ugly
Home is not necessarily, where the heart is. It is also, where good food,people, and sanity resides.even if that accounts for a house, with no people in it.
— anjali mukherjee
But I thought you were home to stay,” she said, exhaustion clear in her voice.“Ellie, you were my home.” He looked down at the sleeping infant. “But I can’t stick around and watch you make the biggest mistake of your life.
— Lindsey Brookes, Loving Ellie
For me, the consolation of history resides in the fact that hypothetically returning to any point in time feels like coming home.
— Martha M. Moravec
In the space, the pause between this breath and the one that follows, you have made a home inside me.
— Tyler Knott Gregson
You don't have to go away to know where your home is.
— Morgan Matson, Amy & Roger's Epic Detour
No matter who you are or where you are, instinct tells you to go home
— Laura Marney, No Wonder I Take A Drink
I felt the kind of peace you feel when you come in from a hot afternoon and pour cold water over your feet.
— Sachin Kundalkar, Cobalt Blue
There was some part of me that never left that house. Rather, some part of the house that wouldn't leave me.
— Kate Morton, The House at Riverton
Home was merely a dull ache in the back of his memory. A tiredness in his eyes.
— Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
Dorrie gave Larry's hand an excited, distracted squeeze that said: almost home. They were about to be matter-of-factly claimed by familiar streets and houses and the life they'd chosen or which had chosen them.
— Carol Shields, Larry's Party
I had always thought of home not as a house, or even a place, but a feeling of safety and acceptance, a warm light when the rest of the world was a dark, forbidding place.Whenever my family was around, wherever we were, I felt like I was home.
— Elizabeth Haydon, The Floating Island
...I'd come home but nearly everybody does. It's the ones that don't go home that I feel sorry for, they're not happy.
— Laura Marney, No Wonder I Take A Drink
there was a time when this home was her domain. Sometimes she felt proud of it, sometimes she felt tied to it, but whether it was a burden or a blessing, it was hers to keep. She’d known better than anyone what this house needed; lately it’d become one of the few aspects of her life she could control. there is no corner, no ridge along the steps or crack along the wall, that she doesn’t know like her own body. the house may never have been the sanctuary she’d always dreamed of, but at least it carried no surprises. It was comfortable.
— Natalia Sylvester, Chasing the Sun
My other boy thing is that I sort of have a teeny tiny superpower. It’s not a jump-over-buildings, see-through-people’s-clothes, or lift-a-train-over-my-head one, which is good, because when you can do those kinds of things you probably have to live in a secret hideout instead of at home with your mom and dad. And I really like my room….
— Charise Mericle Harper, Just Grace
Home isn't just a trailer or four walls and a roof, home is the people that you love.
— Rosie McKinley, Gypsy Girl
There’s a reason you don’t have pictures of your work area at sweet home.
— santosh inani
Yet though Americans have been driving up to their houses for decades and entering through backdoors, side doors, kitchen doors, and especially doors through garages, architects keep designing houses with ceremonial front doors that are nowhere near any car or driveway.
— Akiko Busch, Geography of Home: Writings on Where We Live
The Tejo runs down from SpainAnd the Tejo goes into the sea in Portugal.Everybody knows that.But not many people know the river of my villageAnd where it comes fromAnd where it’s going.And so, because it belongs to less people,The river of my village is freer and greater.
— Alberto Caeiro, The Keeper of Sheep
Sometimes, all it takes is one arm wrap-round. And a heart’s home.
— Alyse M. Gardner, Slayers
Freedom meant one thing to him—home.But they wouldn't let him go home.
— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich
It’s amazing how many different roads we can take, but they all lead home.
— Jewel E. Ann, Releasing Me
Home is not a place, but rather, the people who love you.
— Jodi Picoult, Between the Lines
Long has been this road called life. Every time you venture out in this road, remember. Home is within. Home is in you.
— Minhal Mehdi
My grandfather used to say ‘It is my house I am paying the bills’,my dad used to say ‘this is my house I pay the mortgage’,my generation is saying this is my house I pay the rent.
— Csaba Gabor-B.
The moon rested right above the mountains, a place I call home.
— Daniel Wallock, Right-Hearted: Finding What's Right With a Wrong-Sided Heart
Home can be the Pennsylvania TurnpikeIndiana's early morning dewHigh up in the hills of CaliforniaHome is just another word for you
— Billy Joel
Sorry, but despite how I look, I really love this planet.-Gintoki
— Hideaki Sorachi
If more people understood how nice it is to have a sense of home that extends past our locked doors, past our neighbors' padlocks, to the local food co-op and library, the sidewalks busted up by old trees - if we all held home with longer arms - we'd live in a very different place...We wouldn't feel so alone, no matter the size of our houses or our bank accounts, no matter whether we had good health or congestive heart failure. We would begin to see that each moment presents an opportunity to relax, to notice that the wind has shifted and a storm is coming, or that our friend's toddler has decided to wear dinner instead of eating it. We would see that each minute counts for something timeless and, if we want, we all can find our way inside these big, tiny, moments.
— Dee Williams
you are the only woman I have ever met who I would want to be in a little house with, do you see? Other women make me want to get on boats and run away. You, you make me want to stay somewhere, so that I can see your face everyday. So that I can hold you everyday and watch you grow older. You make me want to be an adult man. You make me want to settle down.
— Lisa Jewell, Before I Met You
I didn't grow up in a Norman Rockwell house... my house was more akin to Norman Lear.
— michael p naughton
To feel your arms around me...to feel your breath on my neck...is pleasure in itself. It is home.
— Faye Hall
Some feel the love; some understand it, and some sense it; but no matter what you do, love is always there if you search for it, and deep inside everyone’s heart you will find your home to sleep there forever and feel the heaven.
— M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
I wanted to say a lot but wasn't sure where to start
—  people don't want to hear about how your heart has melted into the dirt under your house.
My friends stood on the ground two feet below me, and miles away from understanding why I would want to sleep on a trailer platform... I couldn't possibly begin to explain what was only beginning to bud inside me: I wanted a home. I wanted to be at home, in the world and in my body (a feeling I had been missing since I'd woken up in the hospital) and somehow, in some as yet undefined way, I knew that windows in the great room and a skylight over my bed were going to help with that.
— Dee Williams
Ultimately, I hoped the tiny-house guy was similar to me: a sane person without a big agenda, who simply wanted a way to make sense of the world, to create a new map with a big X in the middle labeled "Home," even if that meant shrinking his world down to the size of an area rug.
— Dee Williams
I was always a stranger at home, in all the places I ever lived.
— Lionel Fisher, Celebrating Time Alone: Stories Of Splendid Solitude
The Hollywood love always stays in the Hollywood; it never comes home, unless you bring the Hollywood home.
— M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
Doesn't matter where you go, home is uphill
— Gunnar Staalesen, Kalde hjerter
We cannot bring peace in our city, when there is no peace in our homes.
— M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
There is no home as comfortable as your father's arms and no bed as soft as your mother's lap.
— Faraaz Kazi
Home isn't just a house or a city or a place
—  home is what happens when you're brave enough to love people.
I am at home among trees.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Now go. Leaving quickly is the best thing you can do. Don't think about it, don't look back, and don't think that what's behind you is better than what's in front because it's not. Not in the very least, Hannah.
— Celia McMahon, Skye
Some people say home is where you come from. But I think it’s a place you need to find, like it’s scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way.
— Katie Kacvinsky, Awaken
Places, like people, are complex, and loving them isn't simple.
— Kate Milford, Shadowhunters and Downworlders: A Mortal Instruments Reader
God begins to paint the clouds in the eastern sky when the mountains butterflies come flying home
— Srinidhi.R
Dear little house that I have lived in, there is happiness you have seen, even before I was born. In you is my life, and all the people I have loved are a part of you, so to go out of you, and leave you, is to leave myself.
— Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley
I'm working hard to have a good life.You don't need fancy things to feel good. You can hug a puppy. You can buy a can of paint and surround yourself with color. You can plant a flower and watch it grow. You can decide to trust people, the right people. You can decide to start over and let other people start over, too.
— Joan Bauer, Almost Home
Never underestimate the significance of the little things done out of a large heart of love.
— Elizabeth George
Every city, every town, hides beneath a certain amount of glamour that- either intentionally or not- can misdirect the eye or hide something worth finding. Learning to see through those glamours is part of the process of calling any place home.
— Kate Milford, Shadowhunters and Downworlders: A Mortal Instruments Reader
Even places you know well can take on a touch of the unknown when you arrive there from a different direction.
— Kate Milford, Shadowhunters and Downworlders: A Mortal Instruments Reader
I can hear birds singing but they don't sound at all like the birds I knew. These are mocking and possessed. I imagine they have deformed bodies with glowing eyes, leading the wagon to my own personal damnation. All my wishes and all my draining prayers haven't brought me home. They are bringing me to the one place I sought to be and the one place I wanted to far from.
— Celia McMahon, Skye
Cities have the capability to at any moment shift out of the familiar, even if you've lived in one all your life.
— Kate Milford, Shadowhunters and Downworlders: A Mortal Instruments Reader
...Violet followed her friend into the massive kitchen with its Restoration Hardware fixture and faux-weathered, farmhouse-style cabinets. Its perplexed Violet, the way people tried to make the insides of new homes look old.
— Susan Gloss, Vintage
Clever wives are mostly silent ,alert and pay equal attention to limiting the kind and degree of emotions of family which creates and destroy HOMES.
— Kishore Bansal
I wanted to see my family, but didn't want to leave the other guys. The people waiting for us were strangers, even though I knew every last one of them.
— Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
Where we sail and anchor our heart fill up the multitude odyssey paving to the coming home of our soul.
— Angelica Hopes
Home...Is there really any place like it? A warm place filled with comfortable things. The smells and sounds of a home can ease the heaviest of hearts. A place where everything we cherish is nestled within its walls and greets us with familiar smiles as we walk through its' doors. When we wander away, if we're lucky enough, its arms await to embrace us once more.
— Jason Versey
With Money we bought the House, with Love we made it our Home!
— Barkha Chainani
The bee has round it a mysterious inscription, which has been variously interpreted. It contains an allusion to beeswax, and one scholar has suggested that the tesserae were druggists’ tokens for the purpose of advertising the sale of beeswax. Another explanation is that the inscription might be one of the mysterious magic formulae used as charms, and that the tokens might be charms to call the bees home when swarming; but the most plausible solution seems to be that the tesserae were connected with the secret rites of Artemis, especially as the stag of the goddess is the one on the reverse side of the tokens.One of the most important animals connected with the worship of the Asiatic Great-Mother was the lion, and it is a curious fact that we often find a connection between bees and lions. At the old Hittite town of Carchemish behind her a long line of priestesses bearing various articles. We do not suggest that these were called Melissae, but in the jewellry we see how the goddess with her lions merges in or is connected with the ‘Bee-goddess.
— Hilda M. Ransome, The Sacred Bee in Ancient Times and Folklore
You do not see any improvements you would make?"Miss Harding's smile turned mischievous. "Not at present. But I should have to see the inside. That is where ladies really excel, you know, in curtains and cushions and such.""Indeed," David murmured, remembering how Maude had filled the London house with bolts and piles of fabrics and wallpapers and pillows the instant they arrived. Everything in the very latest style. And then he thought of Emma's cosy sitting room, all books and family portraits and dog beds.
— Amanda McCabe, Running from Scandal
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
— Yara Bashraheel
I used to think it was mere homesickness, then I started getting it at home.
— John Lennon
Listen, whatever you see and love—that’s where you are.
— Mary Oliver, Dog Songs
You may hate the war, but never hate the ones that fight. For they do not choose when or where to fight. All they chose was to protect who they love and even the people they don't know.
— Millie
Put the coffee on, bubbles, I'm coming home
— Richard Brautigan, Loading Mercury With a Pitchfork
Sara knew that behind its locked front door no home was routine. Not the house of her childhood, not the apartment of her husband's. not the world they were building together with Willow and Patrick. All households had their mysteries, their particular forms of dysfunction.
— Chris Bohjalian, Before You Know Kindness
You know that old saying about home being where the heart is? I don’t think that refers to your own. It’s the hearts of other people, the ones you love, that makes a home.
— Jay Bell, Something Like Autumn
The Pacific is my home ocean; I knew it first, grew up on its shore, collected marine animals along the coast. I know its moods, its color, its nature.
— John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America
The ideal home: big enough for you to hear the children, but not very well.
— Mignon McLaughlin
It's funny. That feeling of home. It's so temporary, like bathwater: the warmth eventually grows cold.
— K.M. Alexander, The Stars Were Right
The Pacific is my home ocean; I knew it first, grew up on its shore, collected marine animals along the coast. I know its moods, its color, its nature. It was very far inland that I caught the first smell of the Pacific. When one has been long at sea, the smell of land reaches far out to greet one. And the same it true when one has been long inland.
— John Steinbeck
I ran, and I just kept running.	I wasn’t going to stop until I got back to my family; I wasn’t going to stop until I got home.
— Embee, Tess Embers
Our home tells a story about us, so we may as well take the opportunity to make it a stylish one.
— Deborah Needleman, The Perfectly Imperfect Home: How to Decorate and Live Well
Just rest and soon enough, you'll be home." I assured her as she slowly closed her eyes and the smile on her face faded.
— Grace Fiorre, The Nothing Spirit: Nothing is Everything
It was just me and him, there in that place where tragedy had happened, where I thought my life had ended. But somehow, he made it seem like a home again. Somehow, he gave it back to me.
— T.J. Klune, Burn
Roy Dale suspected that Mississippi was beautiful. He wasn't sure. He didn't have anything to compare it to. He hadn't even ever been out of the Delta.
— Lewis Nordan, Wolf Whistle
This is home, it's the only place I want to be, but at the same time everything familiar feels strange. It's the same as it ever was except without the people who most belong here.
— Jael McHenry
We are home to each other now.
— Sara Sheridan, The Secret Mandarin
A circular plot structure, often seen in adventure novels and quest fantasies, is a narrative devise involving setting, character, and theme. Typically a protagonist ventures from home (or the starting place of the story), goes on a journey, often a dangerous one in which many challenges are overcome, and then returns home a changed person. The plot is usually chronological, with the events occurring in a setting that becomes a circle. By returning the character to the place where he started, the author can emphasize the character’s growth or change while also highlighting the theme of the story.
— Carl M. Tomlinson, Essentials of Young Adult Literature
You don’t really have idea about any of that olden-days stuff, do you?” He’s sure he can feel her smiling against his shoulder. “Busted,” she says. “Ah, it’s some nice talk, though, Sol. You make it all sound real nice.” “That’s the beauty of it. Just dreaming thoughts on once-was things. Animals and helping people and one place you could always call hom
— Charlotte Stein, The Horizon
In the bare room under the old library on the hill in the town at the tip of the small peninsula on the cold island so far from everything else, I lived among strangers and birds.
— Rebecca Solnit, The Faraway Nearby
There was not an inch of solid ground anywhere in the world for me to call my own. I didn't belong anywhere. Had I disappeared, no one would have noticed.
— Leigh Hershkovich, Shattered Illusions
I should have asked why any room in the house was better than home to me when she entered it, and barren as a desert when she went out again—why I always noticed and remembered the little changes in her dress that I had noticed and remembered in no other woman’s before—why I saw her, heard her, and touched her (when we shook hands at night and morning) as I had never seen, heard, and touched any other woman in my life?
— Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White
I told the students that they were at the age when they might begin to choose places that would sustain them the rest of their lives, that places were more reliable than human beings, and often much longer-lasting, and I asked them where they felt at home.
— Rebecca Solnit, The Faraway Nearby
It was so lovely, Heidi stood with tears pouring down her cheeks, and thanked God for letting her come home to it again. She could find no words to express her feelings, but lingered until the light began to fade and then ran on.
— Johanna Spyri, Heidi
Sometimes home is where the heart is, Eddie thought randomly. I believe that. Old Bobby Frost said home's the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. Unfortunately, it's also the place where, once you're in there, they don't ever want to let you out.
— Stephen King, It
He sat down on a grassy bank and looked at the city that surrounded him, and thought, one day he would have to go home. And one day he would have to make a home to go back to. He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough.
— Neil Gaiman, American Gods
...maybe you think up North is way different from down South. Don't believe it and don't count on it. Custom is just as real as law and can be just as dangerous.
— Toni Morrison, Home
Warm familiar scents drift softly from the oven,And imprint forever upon our heartsThat this is homeand that we are loved.
— Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Lanark County Calendar
If there is anything that can bind the mind of man to this dreary exile of our earthly home and can reconcile us with our fate so that one can enjoy living,—then it is verily the enjoyment of the mathematical sciences and astronomy.
— Johannes Kepler
And when I look into his eyes there’s a feeling of something I can only describe as familiarity, a sense of safety. Like coming home.
— Rebecca James, Beautiful Malice
He had been haunted his whole life by a mildcase of claustrophobia—the vestige of a childhood incident he had never quite overcome.Langdon’s aversion to closed spaces was by no means debilitating, but it had always frustrated him.It manifested itself in subtle ways. He avoided enclosed sports like racquetball or squash, and he hadgladly paid a small fortune for his airy, high-ceilinged Victorian home even though economical facultyhousing was readily available. Langdon had often suspected his attraction to the art world as a youngboy sprang from his love of museums’ wide open spaces.
— Dan Brown, Angels & Demons
Biju stepped out of the airport into the Calcutta night, warm, mammalian. His feet sank into dust winnowed to softness at his feet, ad he felt an unbearable feeling, sad and tender, old and sweet like the memory of falling asleep, a baby on his mother's lap. Thousands of people were out though it was almost eleven. He saw a pair of elegant bearded goats in a rickshaw, riding to slaughter. A conference of old men with elegant goat faces, smoking bidis. A mosque and minarets lit magic green in the night with a group of women rushing by in burkas, bangles clinking under the black and a big psychedelic mess of colour from a sweet shop. Rotis flew through the air as in a juggling act, polka-dotting the sky high over a restaurant that bore the slogan "Good food makes good mood". Biju stood there in that dusty tepid soft sari night. Sweet drabness of home - he felt everything shifting and clicking into place around him, felt himself slowly shrink back to size, the enormous anxiety of being a foreigner ebbing - that unbearable arrogance and shame of the immigrant. Nobody paid attention to him here, and if they said anything at all, their words were easy, unconcerned. He looked about and for the first time in God knows how long, his vision unblurred and he found that he could see clearly.
— Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss
At Christmas, all roads lead home.
— Marjorie Holmes
Every step of the road was just as she'd dreamt it all the time she'd been away. Every step took her further away from the smoke and the noise and the loneliness and fear of the city she'd left behind. Every step drew her deeper into the hollows of the landscape, the green hills and shining rivers and mist-tangled treetops.
— Jon McGregor, So Many Ways to Begin
Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone, it's where you go when're you're alone, its were you go to rest your bones. It's not just where you lay your head, it's not just where you make your bead. As long as we're together does it matter where we go?
— Gabrielle Aplin
Time spent praying and planning gives you a master plan that works for your home and sets a pattern of order for your life.
— Elizabeth George
Your commitment to follow God's plan makes a difference in the atmosphere in your home and improves the climate of your marriage.
— Elizabeth George, A Wife After God's Own Heart
It's not...not as easy to break away from home as I thought it'd be.
— Marilyn Brant, The Road to You
You contribute much to your marriage by the wise, thrifty, diligent management and oversight of your part of the household budget.
— Elizabeth George, A Wife After God's Own Heart
Give An African Child Or Adult A Enabled Environment And Proper Facilities Like In The West And See The Many Great Wonders That Would Be Manifested Through This Often Criticized Race. In My Own Case I Was More Fortunate, But Later Transformed From A Soft Heart Person To A Very Stubborn And Stone Heart Person To Enable Me Push On Through. All Those Who Knew Me Could Tell You Of Me Very Well Home And Abroad.
— Baba Tunde Ojo-Olubiyo
My home will never be a place, but a state of mind, which I find through my music.
— Charlotte Eriksson
It's never too late to come home," he said, and pulled me gently, insistently toward him."All you have to do...is stop moving away.
— Joanne Harris, Five Quarters of the Orange
I suddenly realise that it doesn't matter how far I go, or how lost I am, or how lonely I feel. I fit in here. I always will.That's how I know I'm home.
— Holly Smale, Model Misfit
I’ve learned through the years that it’s not where you live, it’s the people who surround you that make you feel at home.
— J.B. McGee, Skipping Stones
I am glad that it is old and big. I myself am of an old family, and to live in a new house would kill me. A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century. I rejoice also that there is a chapel of old times. We Transylvanian nobles love not to think that our bones may be amongst the common dead. I seek not gaiety nor mirth, not the bright voluptuousness of much sunshine and sparkling waters which please the young and gay. I am no longer young; and my heart, through wearing years of mourning over the dead, is not attuned to mirth. Moreover, the walls of my castle are broken; the shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken battlements and casements. I love the shade and the shadow, and would be alone with my thoughts when I may.
— Bram Stoker
If home isn't a place, what is it?''A feeling.
— Julianna Baggott, Fuse
A home is not a mere transient shelter: its essence lies in the personalities of the people who live in it.
— H.L. Mencken
I mean, by such flightiness, something that feels unsatisfied at the center of my life — that makes me shaky, fickle, inquisitive, and hungry. I could call it a longing for home and not be far wrong. Or I could call it a longing for whatever supersedes, if it cannot pass through, understanding. Other words that come to mind: faith, grace, rest. In my outward appearance and life habits I hardly change — there’s never been a day that my friends haven’t been able to say, and at a distance, “There’s Oliver, still standing around in the weeds. There she is, still scribbling in her notebook.” But, at the center: I am shaking; I am flashing like tinsel. Restless. I read about ideas. Yet I let them remain ideas. I read about the poet who threw his books away, the better to come to a spiritual completion. Yet I keep my books. I flutter; I am attentive, maybe I even rise a little, balancing; then I fall back.
— Mary Oliver, Long Life: Essays and Other Writings
Life is not fair; you do what it takes and at the end, you are the only person going home with empty hands.
— M.F. Moonzajer
Clothes are a homeless man’s home.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana
I want my own bed, in my own apartment. Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home.
— Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife
When the wind blows here, it is your wind; and when the water gurgles among the rocks, it speaks only to you. The mountain stands so that only your eyes can view its glory, and the hill for only your legs to challenge its upward slope. Upon this land you took your first steps, and upon it you swear to take your last. It is always to this place that you feel compelled to return—home.
— Michael  Puttonen, Sanyel
Deep inside her heart, I was feeling my home like a hay made nest.
— M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry
We learned the shocking truth that "home" isn't necessarily a certain spot on earth. It must be a place where you can "feel" at home, which means "free" to us.
— Maria Augusta von Trapp, The Story of the Trapp Family Singers
Home is what we know we ought to want but can't really take. America is not so much a home for anyone as a universal dream of home, a wish whose attraction depends upon its remaining at the level of a wish. The movies bring the boys back but stop as soon as they get them back; for home, that vaunted, all-American ideal, is a sort of death, and an oblique justification for all the wandering that kept you away from it for so long.
— Michael  Wood, America in the Movies or Santa Maria, It Had Slipped My Mind
His voice was everything she equated with home.
— Tracy Guzeman, The Gravity of Birds
Being at home was like a mattress to fall back on with the smallest of peas on the bottom, just large enough to bother the princess. I was damn lucky that I had a place to call home, but I didn't like the feeling of stealing my parents food and being unable to tell them when I could ever afford my own.
— Alida Nugent, Don't Worry, It Gets Worse: One Twentysomething's (Mostly Failed) Attempts at Adulthood
Home is where you feel loved, and homeland is where you love.
— M.F. Moonzajer
To a homeless man, home is literally where the heart is.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana
It is quiet at home today. I got my wisdom tooth extracted.
— Andy Paula
As the Mississippi snaked and their old home slipped further away, perhaps Samuel had finally left the curse behind.
— Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run
So if someone is thinking about me, then that's the place I go ?
— Masashi Kishimoto, Naruto, Vol. 01: The Tests of the Ninja
Where we love is home
— Cassia Leo, Bring Me Home
You need me to inspire you and remind you how wonderful you are. You need me to kiss you." He lowered his head and pressed his lips on her neck. "You need me to love you.""But more than that," he continued, "I need you. I need you to come home to. I need you to talk to and laugh with. I need you to love me back.
— Kate Perry, Perfect for You
The sea is calm tonight.The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits;- on the French coast the lightGleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
— Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach and Other Poems
Home gives you something no other place can... your history. Home is where your history begins.
— Billie Letts
So Merlyn sent you to me," said the badger, "to finish your education. Well, I can only teach you two things -- to dig, and love your home. These are the true end of philosophy.
— T.H. White, The Once and Future King
I started off for home, where I planned to recruit a good book and hide away from the world.
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
Paradise is a state of being, more than just the name of a suburb or a home.
— Raquel Cepeda, Bird of Paradise: How I Became Latina
That is the definition of truth, it is the thing you must not say. “The miracle into which the child and the poet walk” [Tsvetaeva] as if walking home, and home is there…The thing that is both known and unknown, this is what we are looking for when we write. We go toward the most unknown and the best unknown, this is what we are looking for when we write. We go toward the best known unknown thing, where knowing and not knowing touch, where we hope we will know what is unknown. Where we hope we will not be afraid of understanding the incomprehensible, facing invisible, hearing the inaudible, thinking the unthinkable, which is of course: thinking. Thinking is trying to think the unthinkable: thinking the thinkable is not worth the effort. Painting is trying to paint what you cannot paint and writing is writing what you cannot know before you have written: it is preknowing and not knowing, blindly, with words. It occurs at the point where blindness and light meet. Kafka says—one very small line lost in his writing—“to the depths, to the depths.
— Hélène Cixous, Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing
It was good to be a stranger in a land when you felt aggressive and acquisitive, but when you began to weave your horizons into some kind of shelter it was good to know that hands you loved had helped in their spinning - made you feel as if the threads would hold together better.
— Zelda Fitzgerald, Save Me the Waltz
Home was where others had to gather grace. Home was what I wanted to flee.
— Jerry Pinto, Em and The Big Hoom
I can't understand how she could have wanted to live back here, away from everything," said Jane. "Oh, I can easily understand that," said Anne thoughtfully. "I wouldn't want it myself for a steady thing because, although I love the fields and woods, I love people too...
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
Only where there is life can there be home.
— Joyce Carol Oates
Home is where you were conditioned.
— Darnell Lamont Walker
It would be autumn, and our fathers would be out threshing in the fields. We would walk through the mulberry groves, past the big loquat tree and the old lotus pond, where we used to catch tadpoles in the spring. Our dogs would come running up to us. Our neighbours would wave. Our mothers would be sitting by the well with their sleeves tied up, washing the evening's rice. And when they saw us they would just stand up and stare. "Little girl," they would say to us, "where in the world have you been?
— Julie Otsuka, The Buddha in the Attic
It's nice to watch television but it's even nicer when you've got a drink in your hand,' Gregory Ratcliffe, a Birmingham shopkeeper, told Reynolds News. 'Makes it more intimate somehow. Gives you the feeling that you're in a posh cabaret.
— David Kynaston, Modernity Britain: Opening the Box, 1957-59
Our house was open to anyone who needed a little extra support or comfort or just a home-cooked meal.
— Nina Sankovitch, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Year of Magical Reading
This was a great magic. Festin had no more performed it than has any man who in exile or danger longs for the earth and waters of his home, seeing and yearning over the doorsill of his house, the table where he has eaten, the branches outside the window of the room where he has slept. Only in dreams do any but the great Mages realize this magic of going home.
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind's Twelve Quarters
Only now, when it is too late, do I long for Dearth. I was a misbegotten child of bad blood and bile, and I mistook my own orneriness for cleverness. I presumed to know what happiness was - something I could possess, like a marble, or a man. Something I could only find elsewhere. But just when I started to find it at home, I outfoxed myself and lost it forever.
— Jane Avrich, The Winter Without Milk: Stories
...home lies in the things you carry with you everywhere and not the ones that tie you down.
— Pico Iyer, The Man Within My Head
Home. It's being new and old all rolled into one. Measuring your new against old friends, old ways, old places, Knowing that as long as the old survives, you can keep changing as much as you want without the nightmare of waking up to a total stranger.
— Gloria Naylor, Mama Day
The Lord said unto me, 'I will take my rest and I will consider in my dwelling place like a clear heat upon herbs.
— Anonymous, Holy Bible: King James Version
This is her home now--of her own free will.
— Paul Gallico, The Snow Goose
the cemetery is the home of those who are not here, come in.
— Italo Calvino, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler
again, her singing was her only absolute, the only thing that was completely her. a thousand classes hadn't given her this concrete insight: her voice was her place in the world, the home she leaves in the morning and returns to at night, in which she can be herself in her entirety and hope to be loved for all that she is and in spite of all she is.
— David Grossman, Someone to Run With
Home is the school where we learn that love shows itself in the details.
— Andi Ashworth, Real Love for Real Life: The Art and Work of Caring
Everyone should feel comfortable they are going to remain in their homes until their dying days. We should never be uneasy or unsure of where our home is in the United States of America.
— Tit Elingtin, Eminent Domain
I'm being uprooted," Dino said. "You're being transplanted," Viv replied, "and to a better home.
— Stuart Woods, Unintended Consequences
Everyone has a right to love the land that gave them the things they need to live. It gives them beauty to look at, and food to eat, and neighbors to bicker with and then eventually to marry. But I think... that your own devotion to your familiar homeland should inspire you to allow other people to embrace their homelands as beautiful too.
— Gregory Maguire, Out of Oz
Where they had once ambled alone, they now walked together home.
— David Paul Kirkpatrick, The Address Of Happiness
Home. One place is just like another, really. Maybe not. But truth is it's all just rock and dirt and people are roughly the same. I was born up there but I'm no stranger here. Have always felt at home everywhere, even in Virginia, where they hate me. Everywhere you go there's nothing but the same rock and dirt and houses and people and deer and birds. They give it all names, but I'm at home everywhere. Odd thing: unpatriotic. I was at home in England. I would be at home in the desert. In Afghanistan or far Typee. All mine, it all belongs to me. My world.
— Michael Shaara, The Killer Angels
It was the best night in he had had in a long time, maybe ever. Finally, as he told her goodbye, he knew he had some things to take care of when he got back home. Chicago was home now. As long as she was there, it was his home.
— Mia Castile, Something More
The civil law, as well as nature herself, has always recognized a wide difference in the respective spheres and destinies of man and woman. Man is, or should be, woman's protector and defender...The constitution of the family organization, which is founded in the divine ordinance, as well as in the nature of things, indicates the domestic sphere as that which properly belongs to the domain and functions of womanhood. The harmony, not to say identity, of interests and views which belong, or should belong, to the family institution is repugnant to the idea of a woman adopting a distinct and independent career from that of her husband...The paramount destiny and mission of women are to fulfil the noble and benign offices of wife and mother. This is the law of the Creator. 1872
— Joseph P. Bradley
I knew you were the one when I realized your smile was my heaven, your laugh my favorite song, and your arms my home.
— Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
The stag’s enormous head turned slightly—toward the wagon, toward the small window.The Lord of the North.So the people of Terrasen will always know how to find their way home, she’d once told Ansel as they lay under a blanket of stars and traced the constellation of the stag. So they can look up at the sky, no matter where they are, and know Terrasen is forever with them.
— Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Empire
You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try
— Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye
The place where you continually return for love and acceptance—that's home.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway
I've never had a home before." That must have been all the sweets talking; I'd never have told him otherwise. "I mean, staying with Li, I never felt like I belonged. That's all."Sam touched my wrist, making me shiver. "You always have a home with me.
— Jodi Meadows, Incarnate
The thing I miss most from home, is having a home.
— Anthony Liccione
What made more sense was that the bargain she was bound to was to go on living as she had been doing. The bargain was already in force. Days and years and feelings much the same, except that the children would grow up, and there might be one or two more of them and they too would grow up, and she and Brendan would grow older and then old.It was not until now, not until this moment, that she had seen so clearly that she was counting on something happening, something which would change her life. She had accepted her marriage as one big change, but not as the last one. So, nothing now but what she or anybody else could sensibly foresee. That was to be her happiness, that was what she had bargained for, nothing secret, or strange.Pay attention to this, she thought. She had a dramatic notion of getting down on her knees. This is serious...It was a long time ago that this happened. In North Vancouver, when they lived in the Post and Beam house. When she was twenty-four years old and new to bargaining.
— Alice Munro, Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage: Stories
Jill had three basic statements about life,1. It is your life, usually with some added social commentary.2. What you want and what you get are usually two entirely different things.3. No one ever said that life was fair.
— Nicholas Sparks, Three Weeks With My Brother
Nothing else has the power to calm, comfort, and care for you better than home.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway
I've discovered a new video game called owning my home.
— Dan  Harmon
I don’t have home without him”, Carrie said when doctor asked her to go home.“I won’t give up on him. Do you hear me, Doctor? Don’t you give up on him!
— Charles Sheehan-Miles, The Last Hour
home is where your ass is and if you want to move you move your ass the first step is learning to change homes with someone else and have someone else's ass.
— William S. Burroughs, The Wild Boys
It’s important to honor your ancestors. Bringing in a piece of furniture or an object you’ve inherited from a loved one not only honors the person who has passed but also brings the warmth of happy memories into your home.
— Jeffrey A. Wands, Knock and the Door Will Open: 6 Keys to Mastering the Art of Living
I'm sorry you don't like coming back here," her mother often said, to cap whatever petty dust-up they'd had. How could Emily explain: it wasn't her mother or Kersey she'd disowned, but her earlier self, that strange, ungrateful girl who strove to be first at everything and threw tantrums when she failed.
— Stewart O'Nan, Emily, Alone
Your home is within you, you carry your place in the world.
— Kate Lord Brown, The Perfume Garden
Space is a precious thing to waste. You don't want to fill your house with anything that doesn't directly add to your happiness.
— Sherry Petersik, Young House Love: 243 Ways to Paint, Craft, Update  Show Your Home Some Love
and suddenly I am washed over by a wave of happiness for it, for my little story, because it is a place, a home even, and I can go back to it from wherever I am
— David Grossman, Her Body Knows
You do see me crossing the meadowstiff and dead from the mist?I long for that home,that home I've never had,and without any hopethat I'll ever be able to reach it.For such a home, never touched,I carry that longing that willnever die, like that meadow diesstiff and dead from the mist.You do see me crossing it, full of dread?
— Robert Walser, Oppressive Light: Selected Poems by Robert Walser
No matter how dreary and grey our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home.
— L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Your body and spirit, subconscious and conscious—every portion of you recognizes home.  That is why on the moment of arrival, your entire being relaxes into a contented puddle of joy.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway