It matters less to a person where they are born than where they can live.

Soldiers win battles and generals get the medals.

No man is fit to command another that cannot command himself.

Our house is clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy.

Life takes you to unexpected places. Love brings you home.

Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

May our home know joy, each room hold laughter, every window open to great possibilities.

A well-loved home will always be a bit of a beautiful mess.

The home has endless love, laughter and laundry.

If you know you’re going home, the journey is never too hard.

You are a king by your own fireside, as much as any monarch in his throne.

Still round the corner there may wait, a new road or a secret gate.

Home is the place where we are treated the best but grumble the most

Where thou art, that is home

Home is where love resides. Memories are created. Friends are always welcome and laughter never ends

Home is four walls that enclose the right person.

We share our dwellings, and afterward, our dwellings shape us.

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