Relationships and Family

Where we love is home—home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Where we love is home—home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who'll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you're in the wrong house, that's what it means.

One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night.

One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night.

The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.

The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.

The home is not the one tame place in the world of adventure. It is the one wild place in the world of rules and set tasks.

A house that has a library in it has a soul.

To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all of the miseries of life.

The family is the country of the heart.

The family is the country of the heart.

The great advantage of a hotel is that it’s a refuge from home life.

Home is where you come to when you have nothing better to do.

Such is the patriot’s boast, where’er we roam,

There is scarcely any less bother in the running of a family than in that of an entire state. And domestic business is no less importunate for being less important.

It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.

The Stately Homes of England,

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here;

In his library he had been always sure of leisure and tranquillity; and though prepared … to meet with folly and conceit in every other room in the house, he was used to be free of them there.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man, Bake me a cake as fast as you can; Pat it and prick it, and mark it with B, Put it in the oven for baby and me.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man, Bake me a cake as fast as you can; Pat it and prick it, and mark it with B, Put it in the oven for baby and me.

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped to the comfort of the last to go As if to win them back.

And when a lady’s in the case, You know all other things give place.