He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.
The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
Home is not a place, it's a feeling.
Home is the place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.
Home is the nicest word there is.
Home is where one starts from.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
A house is made of bricks and beams. A home is made of hopes and dreams.
Home is where one finds comfort, not just shelter.
Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.
The magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave, and it feels even better to come back.
There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.
Home is the starting place of love, hope, and dreams.
Home is a shelter from storms — all sorts of storms.
My home is in Heaven. I'm just traveling through this world.
Home is where the heart is.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
Home should be an anchor, a port in a storm, a refuge, a happy place in which to dwell, a place where we are loved and where we can love.
There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.