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.
Home Quotes
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.
The juvenile sea squirt wanders through the sea searching for a suitable rock or hunk of coral to cling to and make its home for life. For this task, it has a rudimentary nervous system. When it finds its spot and takes root, it doesn’t need its brain anymore so it eats it! (It’s rather […]
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment And not the lifetime of one man only But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
The quality of our family life, as well as our relationships with each other, our extended family, and our fellow human beings, is all directly related to our family’s purpose. Home gives me a set of beliefs that are foundational to the way I view the world. These beliefs are the glass through which I […]
My body is merely the shell of my soul, But the flesh must be given its due, Like a pony that carries its rider back home, Like an old friend that’s tried and been true.
Yesterday, my sixty-ninth birthday, I found myself on my round of errands in Summer Street, and, though close on the spot where I was born, was looking into a street with some bewilderment and read on the sign “Kingston Street,” with surprise, finding in the granite blocks no hint of Nathaniel Goddard’s pasture and long […]
One sweetly solemn thought, Comes to me o’er and o’er; I am nearer home today, Than I ever have been before.
Perhaps love is like a resting place, A shelter from the storm, It exists to give you comfort, It is there to keep you warm, And in those times of trouble, When you are most alone, The memory of love will bring you home.
