Quotes
Quotes about Home
For now, the corn house filled, the harvest home, Th' invited neighbors to the husking come; A frolic scene, where work and mirth and play Unite their charms to cheer the hours away.
Where is home? Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness. Home is where the heart's tears can dry at their own pace. -Vernon Baker.
We cannot defend freedom abroad by deserting it at home.
A house is not a home.
When the hornet hangs in the holly hock, And the brown bee drones i' the rose, And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock, And summer is near its close-- It's--Oh, for the gate, and the locust lane; And dusk, and dew, and home again!
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.
Home is home, though it be never so homely.
For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
There's nobody at home But Jumping Joan, And father and mother and I.
What's the good of a home if you are never in it?
The stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
"Home" is any four walls that enclose the right person.
Where thou art, that is home.
Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse.
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.
Home is the most popular, and will be the most enduring of all earthly establishments.
What the Nation must realize is that the home, when both parents work, is non-existent. Once we have honestly faced that fact, we must act accordingly.
Construed as turf, home just seems a provisional claim, a designation you make upon a place, not one it makes on you. A certain set of buildings, a glimpsed, smudged window-view across a schoolyard, a musty aroma sniffed behind a garage when you were a child, all of which come crowding in upon your latter-day sensesâthose are pungent things and vivid, even consoling. But to me they are also inert and nostalgic and unlikely to connect you to the real, to that essence art can sometimes achieve, which is permanence.
The worst thing about work in the house or home is that whatever you do is destroyed, laid waste or eaten within twenty four hours.
Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need.
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
The worst thing about work in the house or home is that whatever you do it is destroyed, laid waste or eaten within twenty-four hours.
A man's home is his castle, and his wife is the janitor.
Come, our stomachs Will make what's homely savory.
