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“You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“He's pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to be
I rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smells of linen, fabric softener, body wash, and my favourite smell - Christian. For a moment, I allow myself the illusion that all will be well, and it soothes my ravaged soul”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker

“The messengers of Jesus will be hated to the end of time. They will be blamed for all the division which rend cities and homes. Jesus and his disciples will be condemned on all sides for undermining family life, and for leading the nation astray; they will be called crazy fanatics and disturbers of the peace. The disciples will be sorely tempted to desert their Lord. But the end is also near, and they must hold on and persevere until it comes. Only he will be blessed who remains loyal to Jesus and his word until the end.”
― Dietrich Bonhoeffer, The Cost of Discipleship

“There is always a sadness about packing. I guess you wonder if where you're going is as good as where you've been.”
― Richard Proenneke, One Man's Wilderness: An Alaskan Odyssey

“There came to him an image of man’s whole life upon the earth. It seemed to him that all man’s life was like a tiny spurt of flame that blazed out briefly in an illimitable and terrifying darkness, and that all man’s grandeur, tragic dignity, his heroic glory, came from the brevity and smallness of this flame. He knew his life was little and would be extinguished, and that only darkness was immense and everlasting. And he knew that he would die with defiance on his lips, and that the shout of his denial would ring with the last pulsing of his heart into the maw of all-engulfing night.”
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Again

“So this is where you grew up. Did you like it here? I guess you couldn't have, if you wanted to leave.' CHRISTINA

'I liked some things and hated some things. And there were some things I didn't know I had until I lost them.' TRIS”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

“Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is.
Come let us fart in the home.
There is no art in a fart.
Still a fart may not be artless.
Let us fart and artless fart in the home.”
― Ernest Hemingway, 88 Poems

“When you break something, is your first impulse to throw it away? Or do you repair it but feel a sadness because it is no longer "perfect"? Whatever the case, you might want to consider the way the Japanese treated the items used in their tea ceremony. Even though they were made from the simplest materials... these teacups and bowls were revered for their plain lines and spiritual qualities. There were treated with the utmost care, integrity and respect.

For this reason, a cup from the tea ceremony was almost never broken. When an accident did occur and a cup was broken, there were certain instances in which the cup was repaired with gold.

Rather than trying to restore it in a what they would cover the gace that it ahad been broken, the cracks were celebrated in a bold and spirited way. The thin paths of shining gold completely encircled the ceramic cup, announcing to the world that the cup was broken and repaired and vulnerable to change.

And in this way, its value was even further enhanced.”
― Gary Thorp, Sweeping Changes: Discovering the Joy of Zen in Everyday Tasks

“All I've ever wanted was a place to belong, and someone to belong to.”
― Donna Alward, Hired by the Cowboy

“Darling," he said distractedly,"about the moon..."
"Yes?"
"I don't think it matters whether you want it or not."
"What are you talking about?"
"The moon. I think it's yours."
Victoria yawned, not bothering to open her eyes. "Fine. i'm glad to have it."
"But--" Robert shook his head. He was growing fanciful. the moon didn't belong to his wife. It didn't follow her, protect her. It certainly didn't wink at anybody.
But he stared out the window the rest of the way home, just in case”
― Julia Quinn, Everything and the Moon

“This is home and home is not something you remember, it is something you see every day and every moment.”
― Rick Bragg

“I'd come to see that home wasn't just about the place where you lived or the memories within the walls. It was the love you saw reflected in the eyes of the people around you, and the strength of your own feelings that made a place home.”
― R.E. Butler, A Flash of Fang

“We can't just run away. It's our land. Our people. We have a duty.”
― Selma Dabbagh, Out of It

“We are homeless enough in this world under the best of circumstances without going to any special effort to test our capacity to be more so.”
― Harold Edmund Stearns, The Confessions of a Harvard Man : The Street I Know Revisited: A Journey Through Literary Bohemia, Paris & New York in the 20's & 30's

“When I have come to you, at last (as I have always done), I have come to
peace and happiness. I come home, now, like a tired traveller, and find
such a blessed sense of rest!”
― Charles Dickens

“Home is where we tie one end of the thread of life.”
― Martin Buxbaum

“It's like coming home," said Webster and he wasn't talking to the dog. "It's like you've been away for a long, long time and then you come home again. And it's so long you don't recognize the place. Don't know the furniture, don't recognize the floor plan. But you know by the feel of it that it's an old familiar place and you are glad you came."

"I like it here," said. Ebenezer and he meant Webster's lap, but the man misunderstood.

"Of course, you do," he said. "It's your home as well as mine. More your home, in fact, for you stayed here and took care of it while I forgot about it.”
― Clifford D. Simak, City

“At Bramasole, the first secret spot that draws me outside is a stump and board bench on a high terrace overlooking the lake and valley. Before I sit down, I must bang the board against a tree to knock off all the ants. Then I'm happy. With a stunted oak tree for shelter and a never-ending view, I am hidden. No one knows where I am. The nine-year-old's thrill of the hideout under the hydrangea comes back: My mother is calling me and I am not answering.”
― Frances Mayes, Bringing Tuscany Home: Sensuous Style From the Heart of Italy

“It’s not easy to kill; it’s not supposed to be. If it is, then there’s something wrong with you. But sometimes good people have to do unpleasant things just so we can come home at night to our kids.”
― Skip Coryell, Stalking Natalie

“Wife, to him, was someone who stood for stability, for
coming home, for dealing with all the shit he wasn’t able to deal with. For providing a real life and not this insanity.”
― Aleksandr Voinov, Special Forces

“إننا نفضل رأس خازرق فوق تراب الوطن على رحاب الغربة كلها. فقد وجدناها، كلها، حراباً وفِراشها أشبه بفراش فقير هندي؛ رؤوس مسامير أو خوازيق صغيرة وكبيرة على قدر المقام!”
― إميل حبيبي, سراج الغولة: النص/ الوصية

“You know that point in your life when you realize that the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore�� All of the sudden, even though you have some place to put your shit, that idea of home is gone�� Or maybe it's like this rite of passage�� You will never have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start. It’s like a cycle or something. Maybe that’s all family really is: a group of people that miss the same imaginary place.”
― Zach Braff

“If my home is indeed a sanctuary, I want to treat everything I bring into it as sacred.”
― Robyn Griggs Lawrence, The Wabi-Sabi House: The Japanese Art of Imperfect Beauty

“Upon walking into Eva's kitchen, something profound happened to Delphine. She experienced a fabulous expansion of being. Light-headed, she felt a swooping sensation and then a quiet, as though she'd settled like a bird.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Master Butchers Singing Club

“That was our first home. Before I felt like an island in an ocean, before Calcutta, before everything that followed. You know it wasn’t a home at first but just a shell. Nothing ostentatious but just a rented two-room affair, an unneeded corridor that ran alongside them, second hand cane furniture, cheap crockery, two leaking faucets, a dysfunctional doorbell, and a flight of stairs that led to, but ended just before the roof (one of the many idiosyncrasies of the house), secured by a sixteen garrison lock, and a balcony into which a mango tree’s branch had strayed. The house was in a building at least a hundred years old and looked out on a street and a tenement block across it. The colony, if you were to call it a colony, had no name. The house itself was seedy, decrepit, as though a safe-keeper of secrets and scandals. It had many entries and exits and it was possible to get lost in it. And in a particularly inspired stroke of whimsy architectural genius, it was almost invisible from the main road like H.G. Wells�� ‘Magic Shop��. As a result, we had great difficulty when we had to explain our address to people back home. It went somewhat like this, ��... take the second one from the main road��.and then right after turning left from Dhakeshwari, you will see a bird shop (unspecific like that, for it had no name either)�� walk straight in and take the stairs at the end to go to the first floor, that’s where we dwell�� but don’t press the bell, knock�� and don't walk too close to the cages unless you want bird-hickeys…’��
('Left from Dhakeshwari')”
― Kunal Sen

“A house without security cannot be a home!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“There would remain no sign of you ever having played in this house. Your childhood is going to be swept under a camel-skin rug and elevators are going to be built over the lake we once swam in. This address, as we know it, would be lost forever and we’ll wake up in a box-sized room: cramped, trampled and sensationally unhappy.'
('Left from Dhakeshwari')”
― Kunal Sen

“Di manapun kamu berada. Di situlah hatiku ada. Rumahku itu, kamu.”
― Hilda Nurina Sabikah

“Home is wherever I'm with you. Home is where I'm alone with you.”
― Alex Ebert