Home Quotes

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.

The house is a castle which the king cannot enter

Take the time to come home to yourself everyday.

I hear her voice, in the mornin’ hour she calls, The radio reminds me of my home far away, And driving down the road I get a feelin’ That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.

The trouble with owning your own home is that, no matter where you sit, it seems you’re looking at something you should be doing.

A man’s home is his wife’s castle.

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

Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And to dream and dream that I am home again!