Quotes of: Nursing-home Keyword

You feel more like home to me than any place I've ever been.

Once Upon an Ever After

Roxy was my breath of fresh air. My soft place to land. She was home to me.

Louisiana Sky

Maybe that's the best part of going away for a vacation-coming home again.

Meet the Austins

If there were such a thing as an inter-city thieving contest, Ankh-Morpork would bring home the trophy and probably everyone’s wallets.

Snuff

Does your mother make you wear a straightjacket at home?” “Only when we’ve got company.” --Jason questioning Timmy

Spirit

Not to brag, but I was instrumental to the success of the instrumental version of the popular retirement home song, “Grandma Got Herpes—For A Discount".

Sleepwalking is restercise

The sea was my first home...Now that I had nowhere else to go, this was the last place I felt safe.

Stay

My eyes meet his and I understand exactly what he's saying. He's my person. He's my home.

Second Verse

It's hard to do that, to decide to believe one thing over another.

Tell the Wolves I'm Home

Beside her I felt grey, like she had all the colours I'd ever need.

Take Me Home

There was a flicker of something in Greta's look. I couldn't tell whether it was a flicker of love or regret or meanness.

Tell the Wolves I'm Home

Dituntun oleh masa laluku, didorong oleh keberadaanku, aku terbang mencari sesuatu yang tak kuketahui. Antusiasme, rasa ingin tahu, dan harapan menemaniku.

Tiya: A Parrot's Journey Home

But you don't know what it was like. It was just the two of us that afternoon, and then . . . and then it was just me.

Tell the Wolves I'm Home

I always wear my seat belt when I drive a point home.

This Book Title is Invisible

Destiny doesn't do home visits... you have to go for it yourself.

The Prisoner of Heaven

You learned to accept, or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.

Pet Sematary

Home is the school where we learn that love shows itself in the details.

Real Love for Real Life: The Art and Work of Caring

We return to the lives of those who have gone before us, a perplexing mobius strip, until we come home, eventually, to ourselves.

TransAtlantic

I breathe in...the silence of my own heart aching with tenderness with memories.. Of home.

A touch, a tear, a tempest

I want a one-bedroom house with cup holders. I want to live in my car, and make the road my home.

This Book Has No Title

The petty worries of the school room must not be carried to your home or boarding place.

Twenty Talks to Teachers