Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness.
Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.
Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there.
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one.
Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
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.
I still love coming home, but home is where the heart is. I take those whom I love most with me. That's my number one. My number two is being ready.
A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
Home," he repeated. "Home is where the heart is. Why don't you leave yours here? I'll take very good care of it.
They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.
A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.
Nothing is less in our power than the heart, and far from commanding we are forced to obey it.
Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home. Clare sighs, turns her head, and is quiet. Hi, honey. I'm home. I'm home.
Home is where the heart is and hence a movable feast.
Home is where you hang your architect.
A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.
Home is where the heart is, I thought now, gathering myself together in Betty's Luncheonette. I had no heart any more, it had been broken; or not broken, it simply wasn't there any more. It had been scooped neatly out of me like the yolk from a hard-boiled egg, leaving the rest of me bloodless and congealed and hollow. I'm heartless, I thought. Therefore I'm homeless.
Home is where the heart is or where you bury the ones you want to eat later.
Home is where the heart is, we say, rubbing the flint of one abstraction against another.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
The heart of a fool is in his mouth, but the mouth of a wise man is in his heart.
Our lives can change with every breath we take.
'Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.
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