Towns change; they grow or diminish, but hometowns remain as we left them.— Jayne Anne Phillips
Genuine Home Sweet Home quotations
There's something that happens to you when you come back to your hometown.
God bless America, land that I love. Stand beside her, and guide her through the night with a light from above.
No matter what happens to me and my career in the future, Berlin is always going to be my hometown.
There is a word sweeter than mother, home or heaven. That word is liberty.
Your home should tell the story of who you are, and be a collection of what you love brought together under one roof.
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.
The force that makes the winter grow Its feathered hexagons of snow , and drives the bee to match at home Their calculated honeycomb, Is abacus and rose combined. An icy sweetness fills my mind , A sense that under thing and wing Lies, taut yet living , coiled, the spring .
The woman who makes a sweet, beautiful home, filling it with love and prayer and purity, is doing something better than anything else her hands could find to do beneath the skies.
A house is made with walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.
Beyonce, to me, doesn't have a f--king 'Purple Rain', but she's the biggest thing on Earth. How can you be that big without at least one 'Sweet Home Alabama' or 'Old Time Rock & Roll'? People are like, 'Beyonce's hot. Got a nice f--king ass.' I'm like, 'Cool, I like skinny white chicks with big t--s.' Doesn't really f--king do much for me.
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there.
Well, I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I've been seeing this really sweet guy for the past few weeks.
Home is where you hang your hangover.
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, There's no place like home.
Without ice cream there would be darkness and chaos.
To love is to return to a home we never left, to remember who we are.
God bless America, land that I love, Stand beside her, and guide her, Through the night, with the light from above, From the mountains, to the prairies To the oceans, white with foam God bless America, my home sweet home, God bless America! My Home Sweet Home!
God bless America, land that I love.
The kid I was when I first left home Was looking for his freedom and a life of his own But the freedom that he found wasn't quite as sweet When the truth was known I have prayed for America I was made for America I can't let go till she comes around Until the land of the free Is awake and can see And until her conscience has been found.
Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!
Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness.
You are the fountain of the sun. I'm the shadow of a willow. You fall upon my forehead. I melt. You slip into my heart. It spills open. You surround me with such sweetness. I make it my home.
Regardless of the reaction of others, one thing is certain: True worship and devotion will make our lives fragrant and will perfume the environment around us. Our homes, our churches, even our places of work will bear the sweet scent of our devotion. Most important, the Lord Jesus will be pleased. And ultimately that is all that really matters.
We had the skirts with the slits up the side, sort of tough, sort of Spanish Harlem cool, but sweet too.
A sweet new blossom of humanity, fresh fallen from God's own home, to flower on earth
As they marched, the crowds lining the route broke into applause, a sweet and deeply felt spontaneous pattering that was a sort of communal embrace. Welcome home.
How good is God! How sweet his yoke!
What puts you on the road is your desire to enjoy. What brings you home is being in love
There is no feeling like coming home after danger.
I can make them voting machines sing Home Sweet Home.
Home is a shelter from storms - all sorts of storms.
It was a Friday night, she was at a club, and a good-looking man was currently giving her the I-want-to-take-you-home-and-I-hope-I-last-longer-than-five-minutes look… and she was thinking about pie, a young adult book, and feeding her cat. She was so turning into the cat lady at twenty-seven. Sweet.