Deep inside her heart, I was feeling my home like a hay made nest.

It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.

Home is always the impossible subject, multilayered and maddening.

Places, like people, are complex, and loving them isn't simple.

Listen, whatever you see and love—that’s where you are.

We both have no home to go back to... so we can go anywhere at all.

So if someone is thinking about me, then that's the place I go ?

Laura Ingalls Wilder said, “Home is the nicest place there is.

Home is anywhere that you know all your friends and all your enemies.

Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.

No matter who you are or where you are, instinct tells you to go home

Sometimes we must leave our true homes for something greater to come.

A woman who walks with God honors Him in the way she manages her home.

Home is not as much about a place you belong, as people you belong to.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.