I want my own bed, in my own apartment. Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home.
Audrey NiffeneggerI’ve learned through the years that it’s not where you live, it’s the people who surround you that make you feel at home.
J.B. McGeeStichwörter: love home inspirational-love love-story
Deep inside her heart, I was feeling my home like a hay made nest.
M.F. MoonzajerStichwörter: home heart feeling deep inside nest
It is quiet at home today. I got my wisdom tooth extracted.
Andy PaulaStichwörter: wisdom home quiet tooth
Life is not fair; you do what it takes and at the end, you are the only person going home with empty hands.
M.F. MoonzajerStichwörter: life injustice home empty end poor
We learned the shocking truth that "home" isn't necessarily a certain spot on earth. It must be a place where you can "feel" at home, which means "free" to us.
Maria Augusta von TrappHome is the place that expects the most of you, but still welcomes you at your worst. And she has always been my home, my Merminia.
Emm ColeStichwörter: love home paranormal-romance soulmates
Home is what we know we ought to want but can't really take. America is not so much a home for anyone as a universal dream of home, a wish whose attraction depends upon its remaining at the level of a wish. The movies bring the boys back but stop as soon as they get them back; for home, that vaunted, all-American ideal, is a sort of death, and an oblique justification for all the wandering that kept you away from it for so long.
Michael WoodStichwörter: home film movies american-culture
A place to live is not a place to stay
A place to stay is not a living place
Stichwörter: home living place stay abode
In all my wanderings through this world of care,
In all my griefs -- and God has given my share --
I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown,
Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down;
To husband out life's taper at the close,
And keep the flame from wasting, by repose:
I still had hopes, for pride attends us still,
Amidst the swains to show my book-learn'd skill,
Around my fire an evening group to draw,
And tell of all I felt, and all I saw;
And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue,
Pants to the place from whence at first she flew,
I still had hopes, my long vexations past,
Here to return -- and die at home at last.
Stichwörter: sadness home loneliness hope alone longing loney dieing
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