It is a foul bird that fills his own nest.
Home Quotes
‘Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down, Among the famous palaces and cities of renown, To admire the crumbly castles and the statues and kings, But now I think I’ve had enough of antiquated things. So it’s home again, and home again, America for me! My heart is turning home […]
There’s a place where you can march to the beat of your own drummer – because it’s home.
Somewhere in the distance the city lights do shine Sidewalks gleam with neon dreams that call from time to time When my children’s children ask me why I didn’t go I’ll say – The heart of any town is the people that you’ve known and they always call you home This old town was built […]
Always leave home with a tender goodbye and loving words. They may be the last.
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble there’s no place like home! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere: Home! Home! sweet, sweet Home! There’s no place like Home! There’s no place like Home!
There’s nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.
First, your home is a constant, while the Net is a place you go; then the Net becomes a constant while your home is a place you go.
Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d As home his footsteps he hath turn’d From wandering on a foreign strand!
