The warden led the prisoner down the hallway to his doom And I stood up to say goodbye like all the rest… And I heard him tell the warden just before they reached my cell. Let my guitar playin’ friend fill my request. Sing me back home a song I used to hear. Make my […]
Home Quotes
A man’s home is no longer his castle; it is no longer a place away from urgent tasks because the telephone breaches the walls with imperious demands.
But when I get that lonely spell, I simply seek the best hotel, No matter in what town I be – St. Paul, Toledo, or K.C., In Washington, Schenectady, In Louisville or Albany. And at that inn it hits my dome That I again am right at home. For all the crowd would be so […]
To know after absence the familiar street and road and village and house is to know again the satisfaction of home.
A girl phoned me the other day and said, “Come on over; nobody’s home.” I went over. Nobody was home.
How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? (Robert Zimmerman)
The Englishman, hidden behind his hedge or wall, is not interested in his neighbor’s house, and the idea of wanting to read about houses bought, sold, or built by total strangers is not even funny; it is merely absurd… But to an American, it is not only important, it is comforting, it is gratifying that […]
The ideal of happiness has always taken material form in the house, whether cottage or castle. It stands for permanence and separation from the world.
To most men their early home is no more than a memory of their early years. The image is never marred. There’s no dissappointment in memory, and one’s exaggerations are always on the good side.
Home is eating cold watermelon together on a hot day in the backyard and building a snowman six months later in the same spot. Home is where I discover wonder and learn to dream. It is where I find joy.
