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

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.

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?

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.

I’m missing home so much right now. I want my parents. I want my friends and want my bed.

All I want to do right now is go to my home. I miss it so much.

The most important things in your home are people.