Capt. Jack Aubrey: For England, for home, and for the prize!
Duke: That's my sweetheart in there. Wherever she is, that's where my home is.
[last lines] Burt Munro: Nice to be home. Back in my shed...
Until Americans feel that their core asset - their homes - are stabilized, they are not going to have the animal spirits and they will continue to have less buying power.
The problems of rebellious youth can be traced to homes where the mother disobeyed the father or showed lack of respect for his authority.
We weren't allowed to have secular music in the house growing up. I was home-schooled, and gospel was the only choice we had.
Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
Ash: That's it, go ahead and run. Run home and cry to mama!
Col. Quaritch: I want this mission high and tight. I wanna be home for dinner.
The Dude: I could be just sitting at home with pee stains on my rug.
A loving mother makes sacrifices for peace and laughter to reign in her home and family.
May we exist like a lotus, / At home in the muddy water. / Thus we bow to life as it is.
But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
Forget the years, forget distinctions. Leap into the boundless and make it your home!
When you're home-schooled, you have to have a certain level of work ethic. Otherwise, you don't get anything done.
The only sad part for me about getting a cat from the pound is that I can only choose one. If I could, I’d take home all of them. Actually, my view is why take them home? Why not just move in to an animal shelter? But my wife wouldn’t go for that...
I was not brought up to know the Earth in intimate detail. No one I can remember from my childhood ever suggested that the land I lived on and was surrounded by contained anything important to me. My sense of kinship was connected to my house, my bed...
...We always look for Christ amid magnificence. But ... Christ has a history of showing up amide the unlovely. Born in a dirty stall. Crowned with thorns. Died gasping on a shameful cross atop a jagged rise. We don't need to be beautiful for Christ t...
In 2006 I had begun the discernment process for locating my rightful geographic home. By the time my corporate pink slip arrived I had spent two years researching and taking recon trips to five different cities in southern California. Having crossed ...
At Bramasole, the first secret spot that draws me outside is a stump and board bench on a high terrace overlooking the lake and valley. Before I sit down, I must bang the board against a tree to knock off all the ants. Then I'm happy. With a stunted ...
