You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it's all right.
Home is not where you live but where they understand you.
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
~Harriet Beecher Stowe
Peace - that was the other name for home.
Where we love is home,
Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
~Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., Homesick in Heaven
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in.
~Robert Frost, The Death of the Hired Man
Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.
~John Ed Pearce
Home ought to be our clearinghouse, the place from which we go forth lessoned and disciplined, and ready for life.
The light is what guides you home, the warmth is what keeps you there.
It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.
Where thou art - that - is Home.
There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
Home is a shelter from storms - all sorts of storms.
~William J. Bennett
Every house where love abides
And friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home sweet home
For there the heart can rest.
~Henry Van Dyke
A house that does not have one worn, comfy chair in it is soulless.
Home is where you can say anything you like cause nobody listens to you anyway.
One's home is like a delicious piece of pie you order in a restaurant on a country road one cozy evening - the best piece of pie you have ever eaten in your life - and can never find again. After you leave home, you may find yourself feeling homesick, even if you have a new home that has nicer wallpaper and a more efficient dishwasher than the home in which you grew up.
He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.
I had rather be on my farm than be emperor of the world.
Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of confidence. It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts. It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule.
~Frederick W. Robertson