Home is home. So to say home is where heart is for freedom of living the home provides which is not possible even in a royal palace. So, many sing the song of home: 'home is like country, home is like sovereignty of family, home is home, no place is like home'. For me, when I return home, I feel myself easy one at home, however that home.
We can go home again but to a different home even if it is far from the home of our childhood
There is the home we are born into and the home that we make And one tragedy of life is those who never succeed in making a home in their adult years
I came here to take my son home and I realized he already is home.
Heaven is home away from home; but hell's where none wants to roam.
Home sweet home when one is at peace with the muse of life.
Even a home run isn't counted as a home run unless you reached homeplate.
One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.
However painful the process of leaving home, for parents and for children, the really frightening thing for both would be the prospect of the child never leaving home.
I like to see a home like this, a home connected with people's thoughts and work, things they love.
Home is not a place. Home is that scent, that sound, that person.
One finds home when he's far away from home, one finds himself when no one looks for him, one finds peace when he's lost.
The Earth is our home now and may be the only home we will ever have- protecting it is therefore protecting ourselves and the human future
Coming home from foreign is very interesting to all, I think, as home can touch deep in mind.
The Earth has been the only real home Humanity has had and is likely to remain our major home for many generations to come
Dilemma - When a home is not a home but a place of fear and dread. When a home is not a home but just a place to lay your head