Home is not where you live but where they understand you.
Home is the nicest word there is.
Home is the place where we become ourselves.
Home is where you can be silent and still be understood.
A house is made of bricks and beams. A home is made of hopes and dreams.
There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
The magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave, and it feels even better to come back.
Home is where you are loved no matter what.
Home is where love resides, memories are created, friends always belong, and laughter never ends.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
Home is where you can be yourself and say anything because you know you will be loved no matter what.
Home is the place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.
A home is a kingdom of its own in the midst of the world, a stronghold amid life’s storms and stresses, a refuge, even a sanctuary.
Home is where one starts from.
Home is where the story begins.
Home is where you feel loved, appreciated, and safe.
Home is where the heart is.
Home is the starting place of love, hope, and dreams.
Home is the comfiest place to be.
Home is not where you live, but where they understand you.