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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.

when two aliebns find each other in a strange place, it feels a little more like home.

When we are young and restless to be free, home is the place from which we long to escape. But if there is still a home intact when trouble arises and life becomes a battlefield, home is the place to which we yearn to return.

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.

When we think of the word home, what is conjured is an image of tranquility, of safety and support, something that is less physical in nature and more emotional.

When we’ve been travelling around I’ve often thought: Oh, this would be a good place to be, and that would be an excellent place to live. And yet, after I’ve seen everything I’ve decided that home, wherever that may be, is the place for feelings of peace. And if I can be at peace with myself then that is the most important thing. I think travelling teaches one that.

When 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.

When you are on the air, there is no land you need to call home.

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.

When you dream of what you want to see, whether in your life, home, community or nation, you need to keep watching those dreams until they come to fulfillment.

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.

When you've been lost as I have," he once said, "you get good at finding your way home.

Where could I call home? Only in my heart.

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.

Where am I from? Can the answer be stories and words, some of theirs, some of mine?

Wherever, I am welcome, there is my home.

Where they had once ambled alone, they now walked together home.

Wherever I am, wherever my feet are planted, that is where I will make my life. I won't withdraw or put up walls. Every day is a treasure, every chance meeting a gift, and I will treat them as such until at last, my Woodlands heart finds its way home.

Where's your home, then?" asked the Snork Maiden. "Nowhere" said Snufkin a little sadly, "or everywhere. It depends on how you look at it." "Haven't you got a mother?" asked Moomintroll, looking very sorry for him. "I don't know," said Snufkin. "They tell me I was found in a basket." "Like Moses," said Sniff. "I like the story about Moses," said the Snork. "But I think his mother could have found a better way of saving him, don't you? The crocodiles might have eaten him up." "They nearly ate us up," said Sniff.

Where you live is not as important as how.

Where you came from is merely stage one of the rocket that is your life. But stage one is absolutely necessary if you are going to fling a red Tesla out toward Mars.

Where we love is home

Where your heart is, there lies your treasured home.

While many explorers like to endure hardship by traveling to remote inhospitable parts of the world, I prefer to explore from the comfort of my own home.

While we tend to think of love as some faraway place, it is actually a place nearby that we have forgotten.

While the system of institutional churches of various stripes has been well established, the recovery of the independent assembly in homes, house by house, according to the New Testament, is still in it's infancy. Ironically, it is the assembly located in homes that the apostles labored to build up. Yet two thousand years later, it is still obscure. However, the Lord Jesus, according to His desire, has not given up and is recovering the assembly back to its rightful prominence. Since it is a fresh discovery by many believers in recent decades, trial and error is still taking place as believers learn and negotiate their way back to assembling as prescribed by the early apostles.

Where we sail and anchor our heart fill up the multitude odyssey paving to the coming home of our soul.

Who can ever affirm, or deny that the houses which have sheltered us as children, or as adults, and our predecessors too, do not have embedded in their walls, one with the dust and cobwebs, one with the overlay of fresh wallpaper and paint, the imprint of what-has-been, the suffering, the joy?

Wherever, I am, you will always be in my heart.

Who you are and what you believe in is your real home, the only home no one can take from you, the only home that will last.

Why any one place should forever hold enchantment for the reason you are born there is a mystery.

Why do the birds return?” “What d’you mean?” Brandon looked lost all of a sudden. “I mean, they could go anywhere. They’re free…so why do they return to this place?” Brandon grinned. “Cause home’s home no matter how bleak.

With you, it's different. It's like a coming home.

Windows 10 on both an old 2011 upgraded computer and a new 2016 computer was an excruciating experience

With an architect as your guide, you can responsibly stop worrying about what spaces someone else might want in a house and focus only on those things your house should include.

With the breakdown of discipline in the home and with every source of amusement and instruction pouring poison into daily life, it is not to be wondered that the minds of people are ready to receive anything but the truth and that they are ready to believe lies and ultimately the lie.

Why not surround yourself with things that make you content? After all, there's no place like home.

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.

With friends, one is well; but at home, one is better.

With Money we bought the House, with Love we made it our Home!

Without a home, everything is fragmentation. -John Berger

Without help or a supportive husband, Lenore was as alone as she had been after her first husband died, as she had been before marrying Salem. It was too late to curry friendship with neighboring women, who she had made sure knew their level and hers. Pleading with Jackie’s mother was humiliating as well as fruitless since the answer was “Sorry.” Now she had to be content with the company of the person she prized most of all—herself. Perhaps it was that partnership between Lenore and Lenore that caused the minor stroke she suffered on a sweltering night in July. Salem found her kneeling beside the bed and ran to Mr. Haywood’s house. He drove her to the hospital in Mount Haven. There, after a long, perilous wait in the corridor, she finally received treatment that curtailed further damage. Her speech was slurred but she was ambulatory—if carefully so. Salem saw to her basic needs, but was relieved to learn he could not understand a word she spoke. Or so he said.

Would a bird build its nest if it did not have its instinct for confidence in the world?

XXIV. Wurzeln zu schlagen ist nicht immer ein probates Mittel gegen Einsamkeit.

you are going to be sent home.... I 'm glad of it but where's HOME ?

Yes, she was lovely. But more than that, she was warm and funny and loving. Hot-tempered one moment, and laughing the next. And she could make a home anywhere. She carried a sort of security about with her. I can't think of a single person who didn't love her. I still think about her every day of my life. Sometimes she seems very dead. And other times, I can't believe that she isn't somewhere in the house and that a door won't open and she'll be there.

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.

You and I... we are One. We are the waves on this cosmic sea called Love. And as the waves roll in, so do we for we are the waves, we are the Love. And when the waves roll out, so do we, for we are the Love, we are the waves. But fear not for we are not just the waves, we are the sea. This sea; that is Love. You see my sweet heart, there's no separation whatsoever between the waves and the sea, between coming and going (when perceived from our totality). We always are the sea. We are 'the' Love. We are this sea that is Love. So let us surrender. Let us surrender to Love. For Love; it truly is what we are... we are the sea, this sea called Love.

You are more likely to find three TVs inside a randomly selected house than you are to find a single book that is or was not read to pass an exam, to please God, or to be a better cook.

You are such a home to me.