I really enjoy what little time I have at home. The golf course and practice facilities are perfect and so close to home!
We closed the restaurant in New Orleans and brought the entire staff to San Francisco. But we had to go home.
I am not going to die, I'm going home like a shooting star.
When I was coming home from school as a youngster, and I saw my dad's car in the driveway, I would go to a friend's house. I connected my dad being there with fear.
I have great childhood memories cow-tipping, going off and getting lost in the bog for hours, and coming home covered in dirt.
I only scream and scratch when something's only 'really good' or 'good', I want to be great, or let's go home.
I went off to a school with the children of CEOs and diplomats. To be able to be at home with that group of people and at home with the desperately poor has been good for me in preparation for my coming to Washington.
I liked St. Louis, when they were in the American League, because that was going home. I had all my family and friends there.
Greatness comes from fear. Fear can either shut us down and we go home, or we fight through it.
Home is not a place. Home is security, predictability, reliability, dependability, safety, permanence combined together.
A healthy Christian seldom frequents the home of the broken, so the broken seldom frequent the home of the healing Christ.
And I go home having lost her love. And write this book.
Billy Batts: Go home and get your fucking shine box.
Agatha: [to stranger in mall] He knows, don't go home.
Against all odds, the Academy had come to feel like home. A slimy, moldy, dungeonlike home without working toilets, maybe, but home nevertheless. He and George had even named the rats that lived behind their walls. Every night, they left Jon Cartwrig...
He sat down on a grassy bank and looked at the city that surrounded him, and thought, one day he would have to go home. And one day he would have to make a home to go back to. He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a whil...
Then I probably fainted. The woman at the registration desk managed to put on a sympathetic expression afterward, as if she wanted to ask, "What are you going to do now?" I told her not to worry, I was really leaving, I was going home. But go home wh...
I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was. Likewise, I never imagined that home might be something I would miss.
If I never went home, what exactly would I be missing? I pictured my cold cavernous house, my friendless town full of bad memories, the utterly unremarkable life that had been mapped out for me. It had never once occurred to me, I realized, to refuse...
I have time only for cricket, and when I am not playing, I love to be at home, chat with my family, do puja with them, call for some yummy paani puri, etc. Also I love to cook. I can make dal, sabji and chicken! But, at home everybody's a vegetarian,...
Of all modern notions, the worst is this: that domesticity is dull. Inside the home, they say, is dead decorum and routine; outside is adventure and variety. But the truth is that the home is the only place of liberty, the only spot on earth where a ...
