I would rather write a book without a title if my true friend chooses to live in a million dollar home in London and acts foreign.
Jesus Christ Home of Love, where love flows and overflows like streams of water, love that brings Hope, truth, saves, heals and gives life.
I went to a private Jewish school before high school, and a lot of the kids had beautiful homes, but my parents don't really care about those kinds of things.
But here, two thousand miles from home, there was a real shipwreck, a real hope. A choice big enough to change our lives forever.
I completely appreciate the importance of fathers but millions of children are without loving homes. I think a child is lucky with one parent who truly loves her.
This is home, it's the only place I want to be, but at the same time everything familiar feels strange. It's the same as it ever was except without the people who most belong here.
If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion, and avoid the people, you might better stay home.
Every pain, addiction, anguish, longing, depression, anger or fear is an orphaned part of us seeking joy, some disowned shadow wanting to return to the light and home of ourselves.
Ghettos and barrios and abusive homes and trauma wards may produce scarred souls; they can cripple more human spirits than they strengthen.
You know, that was what we missed most. Not our beds, not our homes, not even our mothers. We would talk about food.
I don't care if we have our house, or a cliff ledge, or a cardboard box. Home is wherever we all are, together,
One of the strengths of our nation has always been a strong middle class who could afford their own homes and send their children to school.
It seemed to her sometimes that the most important thing about marriage was not a home or children or a remedy against sin, but simply there being always an eye to catch.
To know a person in his home is not to know him at all: to meet him on a country road with only his baggage is to at last contact the core, the inner cell of his personality.
Because the truth is, this is love, and it doesn't matter if you lose everything. Your job. Your home. Your car. Not as long as you have that person by your side.
Twirling round ‘n round - faster and faster … she dreams this circular motion will take her home, high in the heavens where hurt is only an earthly world.
My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum security twilight home in Australia.
One of history’s most useful tasks is to bring home to us how keenly, honestly and painfully, past generations pursued aims that now seem to us wrong or disgraceful.
While the men of the steel industry were going through blood and gas in defense of their rights and their homes and their families, elsewhere on the far-flung C.I.O. front the hosts of labor were advancing and intelligent and permanent progress was b...
[Adam and Barbara make it back home as the sandworm is about to eat them] Barbara: [crying, hugs Adam] Oh, Adam! We're trapped in this house with those people!
Facebook, from what I can tell, is the virtual equivalent of dropping into the homes of several million people, all of whom say at the same time: 'Hey! Let's set up the slide projector!'
