Quotes about home

Oh, rolling round the ocean,

From a far and foreign land,

May suit the common notion

That a sailor's life is grand.But as for me, I'd sooner be

A roaring here at home

About the rolling, roaring life

Of them that sails the foam.For the homeward-bounder's chorus,

Which he roars across the foam,

Is all about chucking a sailor's life,

And settling down at home.Home, home, home,

That's the song of them that roam,

The song of the roaring, rolling sea

Is all about rolling home.

For if a lover's face survives emblazoned on your heart, the world is still your home.

She said, "When you've seen all the new places you've got no more new places to see. And anyway, one new place is just like another new place. . . . I used to like meeting new people every trip - and I still do. But those things, meeting new people, seeing new places, they aren't everything. And while you go on in that sort of life you can't have any real friends or any real home. Because you're never there . . ."

The big reason why folks leave a small town," Rant use to say, "is so they can moon over the idea of going back. And the reason they stay put is so they can moon about getting out.

"The United States- how can you live in that country?" the man had asked. Agnes had shrugged. "A lot of my stuff is there," she'd said, and it was then that she first felt all the dark love and shame that came from the pure accident of home, the deep and arbitary place that happened to be yours.

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.

He might have been blushing. “I’m sorry. You live there. I don’t need to tell you how fabulous they are.”

“Well, for me it is—was—just home. When one grows up in a place, no matter how exotic it may seem to others, it is still where all the usual banalities and indignities of childhood occurred. Home is always the norm. It is everywhere else that is marvellous.”

Certainly there are spots which inevitably attach to themselves an atmosphere of holiness and goodness; it might not then be too fanciful to say that some houses are born bad.

Something gave way in my heart, something in me cracked when I saw our home fall.

Many of us talked like that because we wanted to deceive ourselves. It lessens your shame. We talked of loyalty to the Movement and the love of our country. You know a time came when I did not care about Uhuru for the country anymore. I just wanted to come home.”

Being sent out into the world isn't necessarily the same as leaving your home behind you.

In love of home, the love of country has its rise.