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One can build a perfect home, but not live in it.

One can execute several dimensions of meanings; however, home demonstrates that, where one feels, love, respect, justice, peace, and care that, display the values as a bar of gold. Whereas, the same terms, define as a diamond, where one was born

...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...

One by one the lights emerged Fluttering like fireflies Reminding of the path home Even for the ones Who lost their way long ago

One day, I’ll feel the depth of hugs once again, and it’s going to feel like HOME.

One final reason for choosing God’s path is of supreme importance: It leads us home.

One is not to win the world, he has to win the home (family).

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.

On gray days, when it's snowing or raining, I think you should be able to call up a judge and take an oath that you'll just read a good book all day, and he'd allow you to stay home.

Only home is the place where you can afford to be aggressive.

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.

Only where there is life can there be home.

On the way out through the steel door, as I held Makenzie in my arms, I wondered if she could use her "Dorothy shoes" to take us safely home, if I just held on to her tightly. Then I asked myself: Where is home, really? I hoped that now I would know.

O persoană care te așteaptă undeva este o lumânare care se aprinde într-un câmp pe timpul nopții. Poate că nu reușește să lumineze întregul întuneric, dar îți arată drumul de întoarcere acasă.

Or maybe we'll make a home somewhere inside ourselves, to carry with us wherever we go- which is the way I carry my mother now.

Our every thought reflects our level of awareness, consciousness, and love for this amazing world that we call home.

Our homes travel with us. They are wherever we feel loved and accepted.

Our house was open to anyone who needed a little extra support or comfort or just a home-cooked meal.

Our herd may roam, but we all know where is home.

Our home is a belonging place.

Our stars are not where we last admired them. Our homes crumble and we don't know which place to long for.

Parents should also question much of the contemporary emphasis on special materials and equipment for learning in a child's environment. A clutter of toys can be more confusing than satisfying to a child. On the other hand, natural situations, with opportunieties to explore, seldom overstimulate or trouble a small child. Furthermore, most children will find greater satisfaction and demonsstrate greater learning from things they make and do with their parents or other people than from elaborate toys or learning materials. And there is no substitute for solitude - in the sandpile, mud puddle, or play area - for a yound child to work out his own fantasies. Yet this privilege is often denied in our anxiety to institutionalize children.

Out ahead of them, Arkady began something very like a marching song, chanting lines answered by the other ferals, their voices ringing out across the sky, each to each. Temeraire added his own to the chorus, and little Iskierka began to scrabble at his neck, demanding, "What are they saying? What does it mean?" "We are flying home," Temeraire said, translating. "We are all flying home.

Papa taps on the skylight and I look up. He waves at me and smiles. I smile back. For now, I don't need to know what lies ahead. For now it's enough just to be here, safe aboard the Morning Star with my family and friends. For now, it's enough to be home.

People like my grandmother, who have no home but in memory, learn to be very skilled in the art of recollection.

Peace and gladness in every home is a peace for the society, nation and the world.

[Peggotty] gave me one piece of intelligence which affected me very much, namely, that there had been a sale of the furniture at our old home, and that Mr. and Miss Murdstone were gone away, and the house was shut up, to be let or sold. I had no part in it while they remained there, but it pained me to think of the dear old place as altogether abandoned; of the weeds growing tall in the garden, and the fallen leaves lying thick and wet upon the paths. I imagined how the winds of winter would howl round it, how the cold rain would beat upon the window-glass, how the moon would make ghosts on the walls of the empty rooms, watching their solitude all night. I thought afresh of the grave in the churchyard, underneath the tree: and it seemed as if the house were dead, too [...].

People would rather live in homes regardless of its grayness. There is no place like home.

People who stay away from home are always going home for the holidays. People who stay at home are always going away from home for the holidays.

Photos sat on the piano and shelves bulged with books, testament to a life well lived.

Perhaps home, like the moon, will follow wherever she goes.

Perhaps 'home' can be where one comes from, as well as where one lives.

Places ain't home. People is. Bricks and chairs is nothing.

Places, like people, are complex, and loving them isn't simple.

Places are supposed to look smaller when you go back to them, but my road just looked schizoid. A couple of the houses had had nifty little makeovers involving double glazing and amusing faux-antique pastel paint; most of them hadn't. Number 16 looked like it was on its last legs: the roof was in tatters, there was a pile of bricks and a dead wheelbarrow by the front steps, and at some point in the last twenty years someone had set the door on fire. In Number 8, a window on the first floor was lit up, gold and cozy and dangerous as hell.

Plants are also integral to reweaving the connection between land and people. A place becomes a home when it sustains you, when it feeds you in body as well as spirit. To recreate a home, the plants must also return.

Please come home. Into your own body, your own vessel, your own earth.

Probably the people on the street know better than the people at home.

Poetry became the home I couldn't leave. Or, didn't want to.

Really?" [Catarina] said when he opened the door. " Two years and then you come back and don't even call for two weeks? And then it's 'Come over, I need you'? You didn't even tell me you were home, Magnus." "I'm home", he said, giving what he considered to be his most winning smile. The smiling took a bit of effort, but hopefully it looked genuine. "Don't even try that face with me. I am not one of your conquests, Magnus. I am your friend. We are supposed to get pizza, not do the nasty." "The nasty? But I-" "Don't." She held up a warning finger. "I mean it. I almost didn't come. But you sounded so pathetic on the phone I had to.

Purchasing a large and expensive home during a real estate boom turned into the biggest financial mistake that I ever made.

Querer a alguien es como mudarse a una casa —solía decir Sonja—. Al principio nos encanta la novedad, nos asombra a diario el hecho de que sea nuestro todo aquello, como si temiéramos que alguien pudiera entrar de pronto y avisarnos de que se ha cometido un grave error y que de ninguna manera podemos quedarnos a vivir en un sitio tan bonito. Pero a medida que pasan los años, se deteriora la fachada, la madera se resquebraja aquí y allá, y uno empieza a tenerle cariño a la casa no por su perfección, sino por todas las imperfecciones. Aprendemos a conocer sus ángulos y rincones. Cómo evitar que la llave se quede encajada en la cerradura cuando hace mucho frío. Qué listones del suelo son los que ceden bajo nuestro peso al pisarlos y el modo exacto en que hay que abrir las puertas del armario para que no crujan. Y son todos esos pequeños secretos los que la hacen tuya.

Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind. Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,

Regardless the destination, all roads lead home.

Relax in your own home, Kylie. It's one of the few places on earth you're free to be as you really are.

Rootlessness," I opine, "is the twenty-first century norm." "You're not wrong and that's why we're in the shit we're in, mate. If you belong nowhere, why give a tinker's toss about anywhere?

Ritual Version —for Kate Middleton humself, shamself, hymnself, shameself—. lameself, lambself, numbself, unself—. sing anger, goddess, of—. many devices—. sing anger godless—. tell me who—. sacred in the sea suffered so many woes—. bookshelf, doubtshelf, debtshelf, riftshelf—. driftshelf, truthshelf, foolshelf, rueshelf—. sing less the many souls sent—. they perished—. sing spoils for the dogs—. who swallowed down the foolish song—. the soul and its companions—. nounself, nonceself, nonself, lashself—. ashself, lawself, thoughtself, aughtself—. tell me, muse, from any point—. and birds—. sing less the wrath of—. a man’s cleverness—. tell also us—. of recklessness—. of home—.

Rose was the one who knew the path, but these were the things Rose knew, and I wondered if maybe it was this knowing the back of things, the shortcuts, the forgotten stories, that gives you the right to call a place home.

Romance is about putting things aright after some tragedy has put them asunder. It is about restoration of the right relations among things — and going home is where that restoration occurs because that is where it matters most.

Rumah adalah tempat di mana aku merasa bisa pulang. (Dimas Suryo)