My other boy thing is that I sort of have a teeny tiny superpower. It’s not a jump-over-buildings, see-through-people’s-clothes, or lift-a-train-over-my-head one, which is good, because when you can do those kinds of things you probably have to live in a secret hideout instead of at home with your mom and dad. And I really...
I had always thought of home not as a house, or even a place, but a feeling of safety and acceptance, a warm light when the rest of the world was a dark, forbidding place.Whenever my family was around, wherever we were, I felt like I was home.
You’re going to eat that later? You’re going to take it home?
Your home is regarded as a model home, your life as a model life. But all this splendor, and you along with it… it’s just as though it were built upon a shifting quagmire. A moment may come, a word can be spoken, and both you and all this splendor will collapse.
They are home run hitters. They are guys that can really make a difference. Very fast.
A house doesn’t become a home until love moves in.
This entire time I’ve been thinking about where my home was. At first it was California, then Wisconsin. But in truth, home isn’t necessarily where you sleep at night. It’s where you feel like yourself. Where you’re most comfortable. Where you don’t have to pretend, where you can just be you.
Every step of the road was just as she’d dreamt it all the time she’d been away. Every step took her further away from the smoke and the noise and the loneliness and fear of the city she’d left behind. Every step drew her deeper into the hollows of the landscape, the green hills and...
home is the isolation within the society from the society
Home?’ I say. It’s a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.
You can’t go home again” ─ isn’t necessarily that places change but people do.
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Home was merely a dull ache in the back of his memory. A tiredness in his eyes.
Home was wherever they were together, and it felt good.
She might be without country, without nation, but inside her there was still a being that could exist and be free, that could simply say I am without adding a this, or a that, without saying I am Indian, Guyanese, English, or anything else in the world.
We’re all the same. We all have the means to save ourselves and carry ourselves home.
This was a great magic. Festin had no more performed it than has any man who in exile or danger longs for the earth and waters of his home, seeing and yearning over the doorsill of his house, the table where he has eaten, the branches outside the window of the room where he has...
This is my home, Cape Breton is my home, and I don’t know if I really want to leave it as much as I might think and I’m sort of scared to leave it all behind, everything I’ve lived with, I have so many memories of all the things I’ve done here and I’m afraid...
It seemed like she was always away because even when she was home she seemed preoccupied.