The now reality is our only home, where everything already is. There is no other home we came from, and we might think we shall return to.

And when I look into his eyes there’s a feeling of something I can only describe as familiarity, a sense of safety. Like coming home.

I’ve learned through the years that it’s not where you live, it’s the people who surround you that make you feel at home.

[T]he very color of the air in the place I was born was different, the smell of the earth was special, redolent with memories of my parents.

I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul.

Home. Wow. I’m already calling it home.Well, isn’t that what any place is? Any place that you share withsomeone you love, I mean?

God, with a wisdom I can't claim to understand, called you home a long time ago, and the tears I shed that night have never seemed to dry.

He said it was better to belong where you don't belong than not to belong where you used to belong, remembering when you used to belong there.

When I write, I do not like using ten dollar words. I like the fifty-centers. Everybody has fifty-cents, even those that are too proud to admit it.

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.

Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.

Because a place can do many things against you, and if its your home or if it was your home at one time, you still love it. That's how it works.

Clever wives are mostly silent ,alert and pay equal attention to limiting the kind and degree of emotions of family which creates and destroy HOMES.

I believe in the fireside. I believe in the democracy of home. I believe in the republicanism of the family. I believe in liberty, equality and love.

The ultimate dead end is murder. My house is on a dead-end street, and it’s killing me. My house is so small it’s trying to suffocate me.