Clark: Oh Ellen, the old west was dirty. Everything isn't like home. If everything were like home, there would be no reason for leaving home. Right, Rusty?
Golde: Tevye! Tevye! Tevye: What is it? Golde: It's Chava. She left home this morning, with Fyedka. Tevye: What? Golde: I've looked everywhere for her. I even went to the priest. He told me they were married. Tevye: Married? Golde: Yes. Tevye: Well.....
But even though our old home had physically seen better days, I knew in that moment that we had taken the soul of that house with us to our new home. And as I branched out and left our small town, I'd taken all the best bits of home life - the essenc...
My mother was a working woman, and I was alone a lot. So I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom.
Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
Marcus Luttrell: If I don't go home, you don't go home.
I'm a real stay-at-home mom. I'm really hands-on. Everything else became secondary.
Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is. Come let us fart in the home. There is no art in a fart. Still a fart may not be artless. Let us fart and artless fart in the home.
Being thoughtful about the comfort and needs of the people who work in your home is a characteristic of a great Home Care CEO.
But I did not want to be good. I wanted to be a writer.
My kids are just waiting for me at home. I'm their father. They're wondering, 'When's Daddy coming home?'
When I hit a home run I usually didn't care where it went. So long as it was a home run was all that mattered.
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.
Every time I come home, it is the same great pleasure to lie down in my bed. That's when I think, 'home sweet home.'
I think I would make a lousy stay-at-home mom. It just wouldn't suit me.
Charlotte’s dirty dishes haunted her dreams that night. She was running down a dark tunnel and close behind her plates, cups, bowls and crumbs made threatening noises.
Open the fridge and put My heart on a plate. I'm just as you left me, and I taste even better leftover.
A brick could be dropped in a toilet to replicate the sound of shitting bricks. But we wouldn’t have to go through all that trouble if you’d just eat the bricks I put on your plate.
For 'Around the World in 80 Plates' we got to travel all over, having what was like a cross between a culinary competition and races. And in each country we had a chef Ambassador. We went to London, Barcelona, Bologna, Hong Kong, Thailand, Morocco......
She glanced down at the contents of her plate. "Sloppy Joe," she managed. "Hmm," he said, sounding doubtful. "May he rest in peace.
Maddock stabbed his fried egg with his fork, and bright yellow yolk bled all over his plate like a sunshine hemorrhage.
