I like a teacher who gives you something to take home to think about besides homework.
Let the wife make the husband glad to come home, and let him make her sorry to see him leave.
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend.
Nothing can bring a real sense of security into the home except true love.
My home is in Heaven. I’m just traveling through this world.
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
Land is the secure ground of home, the sea is like life, the outside, the unknown.
The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.
I love you – I am at rest with you – I have come home.
I feel sorry for kids these days. They get so much homework. Remember the days when we put a belt around our two books and carried them home? Now they’re dragging a suitcase. They have school all day, then homework from six until eleven. There’s no time left to be creative.
There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do… but how much love we put in that action.
We are a country where people of all backgrounds, all nations of origin, all languages, all religions, all races, can make a home. America was built by immigrants.
Home is the nicest word there is.
If you go anywhere, even paradise, you will miss your home.
Love begins by taking care of the closest ones – the ones at home.
The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one’s appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.
You spend your whole lifetime in your occupation, actually making life clever, easy and convenient for white people. But when you have to get transportation home, you are denied an equal accommodation. Our existence was for the white man’s comfort and well-being; we had to accept being deprived of just being human.