How dare you come into my home? And hurt my family? I ought to tear your throat out right here, right now!
Even with the benefit of steroids most modern players still couldn't hit as many home runs as Babe Ruth hit on hotdogs.
How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?
I believe in the fireside. I believe in the democracy of home. I believe in the republicanism of the family. .
Death was painful, not because people couldn't see their loved ones anymore, but because they couldn't communicate with them anymore.
I had spent my whole life feeling homesick. The only difference between the two of us was that I didn't know what or where home was.
There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was good with numbers, and very good at lying, and she made her home in between the pages of books.
I told her I hated normal people and the land of the fucking free and the home of the asshole brave, and I hated God and George and all and everything.
But your solitude will be a support and a home for you, even in the midst of very unfamiliar circumstances, and from it you will find all your paths.
Better to have a messy home and happy children than a perfect yard and unhappy children
But in a home where grief is fresh and patience has long worn thin, making it through another day is often heroic in itself.
Go out and lead the world; but never forget to begin by leading yourself first at home. You can’t lead the environment if you can’t lead yourself in it.
Doing some late-night home improvements, my man? (...) For what it's worth, I never had any use for that froufrou French shit, either." - Tegan
Cecie keeps telling him she’d like to take him home some night, husband or no. The Minotaur waits hopefully. Husband or no.
You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home
If there’s one thing I learned, it is that blood families can sometimes be the pits; it’s the one you make for yourself that really gives you a home and people to love.
Because home is where your heart is. And one heart can work wonders when it's beating strongly. And the sweet fairy tales can become true
Today's troubled homes are made by parents who want to have children but don't want their children to have parents
We represent the true human condition, the one permanent victory over cruelty and chaos. . . . Our true home is the imagination, and our kingdom is the wide-open world.
She wanted to burn the whole place to ashes but, at the same time, it would be kind of nice to see it again. Home.
She wasn’t ready for this kind of distraction he caused her. It was bad enough she found him attractive, but having a attractive man in her home was just asking for trouble.
