Where we love is home

I am at home among trees.

How do you eat your roots?

Home is where the heart is.

Home is where your books are.

This is not just "our" world.

We are home to each other now.

For me, reading begins at home.

Solitude is the house of peace.

Well, sometimes home is a person.

Home is the nicest word there is.

There's no place like home...

At Christmas, all roads lead home.

Everywhere is home, let is go home

Make your habits your beloved home.