You cannot pray at home, like you can at church, where there is a great multitude; where exclamations are cried out to God as from one great heart, and where there is something more: the unions of minds, the accord of souls, the bond of charity, the prayers of priests.— Saint John Chrysostom
Exciting Home Is Where The Heart Is quotations
Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is.
Come let us fart in the home. There is no art in a fart. Still a fart may not be artless. Let us fart and artless fart in the home.
Love your country. Your country is the land where your parents sleep, where is spoken that language in which the chosen of your heart, blushing, whispered the first word of love; it is the home that God has given you that by striving to perfect yourselves therein you may prepare to ascend to him.
The heart is always the place to go. Go home into your heart, where there is warmth, appreciation, gratitude and contentment
Where is home? Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness.
Home is where the heart's tears can dry at their own pace.
You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it's all right.
A house is made with walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.
Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there.
Home is where you hang your hangover.
A home is a place where a pot of fresh soup simmers gently on the hob, filling the kitchen with soft aromas . . . and filling your heart, and later your tummy, with joy.
Home is where the heart is.
Home may be where the heart is but it's no place to spend Wednesday afternoon.
Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness.
A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.
I don't know what's wrong with that girl.
What puts you on the road is your desire to enjoy. What brings you home is being in love
Home is Where the Heart Is, Good Friends Are Hard to Find and Impossible to Forget. True Love is Born from Hard Times.
'Going home' is a journey to the heart of who we are, a place where we can be ourselves and welcome the reality of our beauty and our pain. From this acceptance of ourselves, we can accept others as they are and we can see our common humanity.
The object we call a book is not the real book, but its potential, like a musical score or seed. It exists fully only in the act of being read; and its real home is inside the head of the reader, where the symphony resounds, the seed germinates. A book is a heart that only beats in the chest of another.
Home is a shelter from storms - all sorts of storms.
I want to be where your heart is home I want to see you with the light in the morning There's never been such a beautiful warning to me, to me
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one.
Home is where you hang your head.
Sitting down at the table is a sacred event.
It's the heart of the home. People have ginormous homes or crappy little homes, but the kitchen is where we always end up sitting. It's where the stories happen, the family happens.
Umpire's heaven is a place where he works third base every game. Home is where the heartache is.
If Home is where the heart is then may your Home be blessed . . .
Our lives can change with every breath we take.
Home is where the heart is, until we get a chance to bury it.
Home is where the heart pulled the nails out of its feet, and fled.
Home is where you hang your architect.
Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest;
Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best.
Home," he repeated. "Home is where the heart is. Why don't you leave yours here? I'll take very good care of it.
The enemy? His sense of duty was no less than yours, I deem.
You wonder what his name is, where he came from. And if he was really evil at heart. What lies or threats led him on this long march from home. If he would not rather have stayed there in peace. War will make corpses of us all.
For me this was never a money issue, it was about being rich in your heart.
To come home, and to be in the place where your dream first started, 15 minutes away from where my grandfather built my first basketball court, is a dream come true.
Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.
Home is where the heart is. No matter how your heart lives. Inside your heart where love is.That's where you've got to make yourself at home