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.
[after her affair has become public knowledge, Sheba has moved out of her home and is staying with Barbara] Barbara Covett: [voiceover] This last month has been the most delicious time of my life. Of course we have had our ups and downs. The pressure...
Outside the hospital, a young girl who was selling small bouquets of daffodils, their green stems tied with lavender ribbons. I watched as my mother bought out the girl's whole stock. Nurse Eliot, who remembered my mother from eight years ago volunte...
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.
Driving to see my childhood home was very significant for me. It taught me the importance of home, especially to children. Your home is more than just a shelter. It is more than just a place to showcase your design skills. It is more than just a mean...
I grew up in a Christian home with amazing parents.
Home ownership was the fig leaf for the rise in subprime lending. But that was really about cash-out refinancings, not buying homes.
I don't hide. I never have. I stay at home because I like to stay at home, and at home I work.
Bruno: I want to go home. Father: You are home, Bruno. Home is where the family is.
Walter Burns: Look, Hildy, I only acted like any husband that didn't want to see his home broken up. Hildy Johnson: What home? Walter Burns: "What home"? Don't you remember the home I promised you?
In Turkey, you're not allowed to be left alone in the hospital. The nurse teaches the family how to do things, and somebody is always there with the patient.
I nursed that flame as if it were my only son, and all round the ram nineteen other men did likewise.
Do you have a little white dress? I've had this deep-seated nurse fantasy about you, Murphy.
