Home is one’s birthplace, ratified by memory.

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.

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

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.

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.

It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.

Feeling sad to leave doesn’t mean you shouldn’t go.

There is no place like home.

We can’t really appreciate home until we leave it.

There’s no place like home and I do miss my home.