Was he leaving home, or going home?
If you're going home, you don't get wet.
The brave person regards dying as going home.
The truth is that this is the only way I can live: in two directions. I need two lives. I am two beings. When I return to Hugo in the evening, to the peace and warmth of the house, I return with deep contentment, as if this was the only condition for...
Home is where I take up such a tiny portion of the memory foam; home is a splintered word. His pillow is a sweat-stained map of an escape plot, also a map of love’s dear abandon. (When did he give way, at which breath?) Forgiveness may mean retrosp...
It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.
The fans love the home runs, the home run competition between Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa.
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My soul will always find its way to yours because home is where the heart is.
Globally, democracies have also acted in ways that suggest an outright renunciation of their principles at home.
There's something magical about a home run. It almost violates the space of the stadium. It's a game of the imagination in some ways. Baseball.
As a former home secretary, I have access to and knowledge of the workings of the system in a way that individuals unfamiliar with the courts can never hope to have.
I trust that the president will try, just give it one more shot, some revolutionary way of not doing this, of bringing all those kids back home safely.
Who says Australia offers not a home for every poor Englishman, or any other countryman that finds his way to our shores? And what sort of thanks do we get for it?
The only place I considered home was the boarding school in Yorkshire my parents sent me to. It's easier, isn't it? I mean, it gets kids out the way, doesn't it?
Often, before returning home, I would take a long and roundabout way and pass by the peaceful ramparts from where I had glimpses of other provinces, and a sight of the distant country.
I'm half Puerto Rican and half Jewish and so, in some ways, living in many worlds at once is where I feel most at home.
My mother raised me in the church. I was not allowed to stay home on Sunday; there was no option. I sang in the choir all the way up until I went to college.
Of all the things I've ever done, perhaps none was more difficult than turning away from my beautiful girl and walking away, leaving her there, never to look back. But my friend Tom, my ever-faithful good friend Tom said, pointing down the hall away ...
Queen of Hearts: Now, where do you come from? Alice: Well, I'm trying to find my way home... Queen of Hearts: Your way? All ways here are my ways! Alice: Yes, I know, but I was just thinking... Queen of Hearts: Curtsy while you're thinking. It saves ...
Away from home they look at your clothes. At home they look at what is under them.
