A home is a place you love until the end.

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.

Good food and a warm kitchen are what make a house a home.

Home is a feeling of love and peace.

A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and warmth.

We don’t call it homesick. We call it missing home. There’s not a sickness involved, it’s a state of mind.

Home is where we should feel secure and comfortable.

Your heart can never leave home.

The light is what guides you home, the warmth is what keeps you there.

Keeping calm is just impossible when it comes to missing my home.

Home is not a place it’s a feeling.

A home is a place you grow up wanting to leave and grow old wanting to get back to.