Home wasn’t built in a day.
Home is, I suppose just a child’s idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place to feel safe.
Home is one’s birthplace, ratified by memory.
A man’s home is his wife’s castle.
To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition, the end to which every enterprise and labor tends, and of which every desire prompts the prosecution.
The home is the chief school of human virtues.
A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.
The human brain now holds the key to our future. We have to recall the image of the planet from outer space: a single entity in which air, water, and continents are interconnected. That is our home.
I feel like I’ve never had a home, you know? I feel related to the country, to this country, and yet I don’t know exactly where I fit in… There’s always this kind of nostalgia for a place, a place where you can reckon with yourself.
Home is where one starts from.
One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night.
Seek home for rest, for home is best.
When everyone goes home, you’re stuck with yourself.
Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door.
I told my mother-in-law that my house was her house, and she said, ‘Get the hell off my property.’
I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.
Home is where you feel at home and are treated well.
God is at home, it’s we who have gone out for a walk.
Of all the home remedies, a good wife is best.
When you finally go back to your old home, you find it wasn’t the old home you missed but your childhood.
There’s no place like home. And I do miss my home.
One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.
The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.
Home is the place we love best and grumble the most.
The home to everyone is to him his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose.
