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.
It was a lesson she was still learning. When she had first started nursing, she had taken every death personally, like she was losing her father all over again. Every patient lost under her care was a little piece of death she would carry around with...
On the flight over to Chicago, I thought of a story Mom had once told me from her days as a pediatric nurse. "There was this little boy I was taking care of," she said "and he was terminally ill,and we all knew it,but he kept hanging on and hanging o...
Roy Walker: And she turned from the masked bandit and she said... Nurse Evelyn: [in the story, as Sister Evelyn] May I be frank with you? Blue Bandit: Of course. Nurse Evelyn: Although I've dedicated my life to God and His goodness, I secretly love t...
Touring is starting to feel more like home than home does.
This is the story of how Dad lived with his lung cancer. But it is much more. Through his illness and the miracles we experienced, I came to see that Dad's was not just a journey. It was a journey home. Home to God.
A woman's mosque is her home.
Truth seldom finds a home.
There's no place like home...
An Englishman's home is his castle.
Home is where you feel at home and are treated well.
Toronto is home; nothing beats home.
Home. One place is just like another, really. Maybe not. But truth is it's all just rock and dirt and people are roughly the same. I was born up there but I'm no stranger here. Have always felt at home everywhere, even in Virginia, where they hate me...
The nurses did their best to spruce up the antiseptic corridors but the smell of pine boughs was overpowered by Pine Sol and no one paused beneath the mistletoe on the contagious ward.
