Chunk: Mikey, Mikey, come on, our parents are worried. It's dinnertime. Why don't we go home? Mikey: Home? What home? In a couple more hours, it ain't gonna be home anymore. Come on, guys, this is our time. Our last chance to see if there really is a...
Charity begins at home.
Where there is no wife, there is no home.
To feel at home, stay at home.
It might be, it could be... it is! A home run!
Philosophy is properly home-sickness; the wish to be everywhere at home.
Mentoring is: Sharing Life's Experiences and God's Faithfulness
The emotional magnets beneath home and workplace are in the process of being reversed. Work has become a form of 'home' and home has become 'work.'
When I started editing on my home computer, I said to myself, 'Well, I could be at home studying for a class or I could be at home editing a video.'
I still cook at home. A lot of chefs I think don't cook at home. But I still do, I love cooking at home, I love having friends.
I don't think of Home Depot as romantic, but I do think the Christmas wonderland they put up during the holidays is magical. That is what Home Depot is to me, and that is the only romantic thing about it.
So when I was 13, I basically left home and never returned and lived at home again. I would come home for a week at Christmas and two weeks in the summer only.
Rita: Home. Phone Voice: Dialing office. Rita: HOME! Phone Voice: Dialing office. Rita: HOME, GODDAMN IT! Phone Voice: Dialing Dr. Sloan.
In a few minutes tea was brought. Very delicate was the china, very old the plate, very thin the bread-and-butter, and very small the lumps of sugar. Sugar was evidently Mrs. Jamieson's favourite economy.
We bask in the scent of cinnamon before Mom puts a scone her plate. 'His name is Rich,' she says. I select a scone too. 'I like a man with an adjective for a name.
Warmblood now a bloodborne death, Will rob your body of it's breath Mark your skin and seal your fate The Underland becomes a plate
My life is a plate of perfectly edible but ordinary scrambled eggs. I want them savory, creamy, cheesy and maybe with bacon on the side.
Gretta sits herself down at the table. Robert has arranged everything she needs: a plate, a knife, a bowl with a spoon, a pat of butter, a jar of jam. It is in such small acts of kindness that people know they are loved.
Andrea raised her hand. “This is the hand that slapped Aunt B.” “Maybe you should have it gold-plated.” “Here, you can touch it, since you’re my best friend.
The naked pinch hitter takes only one thing to the plate: his raw, and somewhat irrational, confidence in himself. That this confidence is so unreasonable adds to its dignity.
Magnus placed an order with the room service, who had by now stopped questioning Mr. Bane's unusual needs for things like twenty-four plates of scrambled eggs and “ ”.
