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Home28 quotes
There's no place like home. — Dorothy Gale · 1939A house is a machine for living in. — Le Corbusier · 1923E.T. Phone home. — E.T. · 1982He saw clearly how plain and simple—how narrow, even—it all was; but clearly, too, how much it all meant to him, and the special value of some such anchorage in one's existence. He did not at all want to abandon the new life and its splendid spaces, to turn his back on sun and air and all they offered him and creep home and stay there; the upper world was all too strong, it called to him still, even down there, and he knew he must return to the larger stage. But it was good to think he had this to come back to, this place which was all his own, these things which were so glad to see him again and could always be counted upon for the same simple welcome. — Kenneth Grahame · 1908You are a king by your own fireside, as much as any monarch in his throne. — Miguel de Cervantes · 1605If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters daydreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace. — Gaston Bachelard · 1958All 28 quotes →
Homecoming2 quotes
Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed The lighthouse top I see? Is this the hill? Is this the kirk? Is this mine one countree? — Samuel Taylor Coleridge · 1798I went into the neighborhood in that State in which I was raised, where my mother and only sister were buried, and from which I had been absent about fifteen years. That part of the country is, within itself, as unpoetical as any spot of the earth; but still, seeing it and its objects and inhabitants aroused feelings in me which were certainly poetry; though whether my expression of those feelings is poetry is quite another question. — Abraham Lincoln · 1846
Houses2 quotes
A house is a machine for living in. — Le Corbusier · 1923If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters daydreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace. — Gaston Bachelard · 1958
Ambition1 quote
Every man has a lurking wish to appear considerable in his native place. — Samuel Johnson · 1771
I went into the neighborhood in that State in which I was raised, where my mother and only sister were buried, and from which I had been absent about fifteen years. That part of the country is, within itself, as unpoetical as any spot of the earth; but still, seeing it and its objects and inhabitants aroused feelings in me which were certainly poetry; though whether my expression of those feelings is poetry is quite another question. — Abraham Lincoln · 1846
A house is a machine for living in. — Le Corbusier · 1923
The house of everyone is to him as his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose — Edward Coke · 1603
Childhood1 quote
The accent of one's birthplace lingers in the mind and in the heart as it does in one's speech. — Francois de La Rochefoucauld · 1678
Comfort1 quote
When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over, and slippered feet were propped on the fender, of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries. — Kenneth Grahame · 1908
And I look at you, and I...I'm home. — Dory · 2003
Every man has a lurking wish to appear considerable in his native place. — Samuel Johnson · 1771
It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home. — Charles Dickens · 1861
The accent of one's birthplace lingers in the mind and in the heart as it does in one's speech. — Francois de La Rochefoucauld · 1678
Escape1 quote
A person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person. — Milan Kundera · 1984
Exile1 quote
Exile is predicated on the existence of, love for, and a real bond with one's native place; the universal truth of exile is not that one has lost that love or home, but that inherent in each is an unexpected, unwelcome loss. Regard experiences then as if they were to disappear. — Edward Said · 1993
For the two of us, home isn't a place. It's a person. And we're finally home. — Stephanie Perkins · 2010
Homesickness is a bit like seasickness. You don’t know how awful it is till you get it, and when you do, it hits you right in the top of the stomach and you want to die. — Roald Dahl · 1984
Kentucky1 quote
I went into the neighborhood in that State in which I was raised, where my mother and only sister were buried, and from which I had been absent about fifteen years. That part of the country is, within itself, as unpoetical as any spot of the earth; but still, seeing it and its objects and inhabitants aroused feelings in me which were certainly poetry; though whether my expression of those feelings is poetry is quite another question. — Abraham Lincoln · 1846
The house of everyone is to him as his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose — Edward Coke · 1603
It is my land, my home, my father's land, to which I now ask to be allowed to return. I want to spend my last days there, and be buried among those mountains. If this could be I might die in peace, feeling that my people, placed in their native homes, would increase in numbers, rather than diminish as at present, and that our name would not become extinct. — Geronimo · 1877
Shame1 quote
It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home. — Charles Dickens · 1861
Toast1 quote
When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over, and slippered feet were propped on the fender, of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries. — Kenneth Grahame · 1908
Writing1 quote
I discovered that my own little postage stamp of native soil was worth writing about and that I would never live long enough to exhaust it. — William Faulkner · 1956