Home Quotes
Home is where the heart is.
Everyday is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Home is a shelter from storms - all sorts of storms.
The home should be the treasure chest of living.
Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.
And each heart is whispering, "Home, home at last!"
I had rather be on my farm than be emperor of the world.
There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
Home is the most popular, and will be the most enduring of all earthly establishments.
Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.
Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.
Better my own cottage than the palace of another.
Every house where love abides
and friendship is a guest is surely home,
and home sweet home; for there the heart can rest.
There is something permanent, and something extremely profound, in owning a home.
One may make their house a palace of sham, or they can make it a home, a refuge.
Here's kind of my motto - if you're not happy at home, you're not happy anywhere else.
The light is what guides you home, the warmth is what keeps you there.
We shape our dwellings, and afterwards our dwellings shape us.
He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.
Home is where you hang your head.
You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it's all right.
The home is the chief school of human virtues.
Nor need we power or splendor, wide hall or lordly dome; the good, the true, the tender, these form the wealth of home.
Home ought to be our clearinghouse, the place from which we go forth lessoned and disciplined, and ready for life.
Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of confidence. It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts. It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule.
You are a king by your own fireside, as much as any monarch in his throne.
A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.
There is no place more delightful than one's own fireplace.
There is a magic in that little world, home; it is a mystic circle that surrounds comforts and virtues never known beyond its hallowed limits.
One returns to the place one came from.
