The magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave, and it feels even better to come back.

The best journey takes you home.

There’s no place like home.

May your home always be too small to hold all of your friends.

There is nothing more important than a good, safe, secure home.

Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.

What I love most about my home is who I share it with.

With you, I am at home.

A house is made of bricks and beams. A home is made of hopes and dreams.

Home is the starting place of love, hope, and dreams.

Home is where one starts from.

Home is a shelter from storms, all sorts of storms.

A house is made with walls and beams. A home is made with love and dreams.

A home without books is a body without a soul.

Home is one’s birthplace, ratified by memory.

The home is the chief school of human virtues.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home?

A home’s where you go when you run out of homes.

Home is not where you live but where they understand you.