The world turns gray, the air grows cool, the fog blows in. Only at evening can you really value home.

Home was not a perfect place. But it was the only home they had and they could hope to make it better.

Why not surround yourself with things that make you content? After all, there's no place like home.

Where we sail and anchor our heart fill up the multitude odyssey paving to the coming home of our soul.

No! I need to go home," I say, but then the realization comes: My mother was my home. My mother is dead.

I'm being uprooted," Dino said. "You're being transplanted," Viv replied, "and to a better home.

My boyfriend likes to fuck my brains out on our kitchen island. Which tile would you recommend for that?

This is home and home is not something you remember, it is something you see every day and every moment.

Und was passiert, wenn du nicht mehr da bist, um [...] mich immer daran zu erinnern, wie ein Zuhause ist?

A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.

A home is not a mere transient shelter: its essence lies in the personalities of the people who live in it.

Life is not fair; you do what it takes and at the end, you are the only person going home with empty hands.

I felt the kind of peace you feel when you come in from a hot afternoon and pour cold water over your feet.

While we tend to think of love as some faraway place, it is actually a place nearby that we have forgotten.

The Hollywood love always stays in the Hollywood; it never comes home, unless you bring the Hollywood home.