Home should be an anchor, a port in a storm, a refuge, a happy place in which to dwell, a place where we are loved and where we can love.

Like the vital rudder of a ship, we have been provided a way to determine the direction we travel. The lighthouse of the Lord beckons to all as we sail the seas of life. Our home port is the celestial kingdom of God. Our purpose is to steer an undeviating course in that direction. A man without a purpose is like a ship without a rudder—never likely to reach home port. To us comes the signal: Chart your course, set your sail, position your rudder, and proceed.

Kazuma Sohma: The two of you have shown great improvement.
Student 1: Thank you, Sensei!
Kyo Sohma: Master?
Kazuma Sohma: Hello Kyo! Welcome home!

No… I don’t deserve that to think I “need more”… My mother loved me so much, and I have two wonderful friends… and Sohma-kun’s family

Look at that beautiful sky! See you later mom, take care of the house while I’m gone okay? I’ll be back.

That was a long time ago. And if you’ll recall, you already punished me for it. You told me to leave, remember? You know that’s

Oh, and.. I would advice you never to speak your names while you’re in this house, for your safety.

Howl : The Witch of the Waste and Madame Suliman’s dog at my table? What possessed you to let them in my house?
Calcifer : I

Nobody’s safe in a wizard’s house.

It’s all so familiar yet I know I’ve never been here before. I feel so at home.

Don’t worry about what goes on in a house. You don’t pay bills in.

Like they say there is no place like home. That is something everybody that wants to drive a truck needs to think about you may have had that dream to drive a big truck but it’s not what everybody thinks it’s like.

I didn’t want to tell you, That what you want doesn’t want you, But if it’s meant to be yours, It’d find you, it’d hold you, It would call you home.

A calling is the place where your gifts, abilities, desires, and feelings of worth all meet. When you follow your calling, you feel at home, at peace – you feel as though you’re where you’re meant to be.

I basically live out of my truck – I mean from place to place. I feel more at home in my truck than just about anywhere, which is a sad thing to say, but it’s true.

Neal: Del, what are you doing here? You said you were going home, what are you doing here?
Del: I uh… I don’t have a home. Marie’s been dead for eight years.

I built the ideal house down in the Caribbean. All Englishmen dream of leaving the rain of England and getting a place in the sun – out in the grounds with separate guest houses; that is the ideal scenario.

May GOD keep you in safety as you journey from your home this morning, and bless everything that you would lay your hands on today, good morning.

Cunt and Kant and a happy home.

Be naked when I come home.

You are home to me, and I love coming home.

You put your arms around me and I’m home.

You are the most beautiful thing I keep inside my heart.

Tonight, I’ll fall asleep with you in my heart.

When I look at you, I can feel it. I look at you and I am home.

You are my comfort zone.

Home is wherever I’m with you.

Your arms feel more like home than any house ever did.

When you hold me, I feel like I’m home.

I sat in the back of the hatchback on the drive home — and that is how I thought of it: home — and fell asleep to the highway’s monotonous lullaby.

Takumi shook his head, his hands pushing aside leaves to dig into the still-wet dirt beneath. “I just don’t get why she’d be so afraid of getting expelled. I’d hate to get expelled, but you have to take your lumps. I don’t get it.”

“Well, she obviously doesn’t like home.”

“True. She only goes home over Christmas and the summer, when Jake is there. But whatever. I don’t like home, either.”

“Maybe you just need to tell us all why you told on Marya. Were you scared of going home or something?”

She pulled away from me and gave me a Look of Doom that would have made the Eagle proud, and I felt like she hated me or hated my question or both, and then she looked away, out the window, toward the soccer field, and said, “There’s no home.”

I thought of the one thing about home that I missed, my dad’s study with its built-in, floor-to-ceiling shelves sagging with thick biographies and the black leather chair that kept me just uncomfortable enough to keep from feeling sleepy as I read. It was stupid, to feel as upset as I did. I ditched them, but it felt the other way around. Still, I felt unmistakably homesick.

Home was always the place she went to when she had to start over.

Gabrielle: I’m sorry.
Rambo: No. You didn’t do anything. You didn’t do anything at all. We’re going to go home, and everything’s going to be good. It’s going to be alright.
Gabrielle: Okay.
Rambo: I got this back for you.

Except that it was no more home, just the place where he had grown up, and that first day back, touring the once familiar places only made him realize that he had already lived close to half his life.

I’ve lived in a world of death. I tried to come home, but I never really arrived. A part of my mind and soul got lost along the way, but my heart was still here where I was born, where I would defend to the end the only family I’ve ever known, the only home I’ve ever known. All the ones I’ve loved are now ghosts. But I will fight to keep their memory alive forever.

I finally came home, to defend the only family I’ve ever known. But all she’s got is me. She’s coming home.

I, on the other hand……I was born in the Sohma Compound and have lived here all my life. Life outside these walls…is a complete mystery to me……but I…now that I’ve…reached this age, it’s too late. I’ve spent…forty years…fifty years…sixty years…building my life here. It’s too late for me to change it now. I can’t change it. I…I’m…just…too old…for this…It’s impossible…for me to change…everything…

Brian: Nice crib, sarge. It’s a lot better than that last place you confiscated.
Sgt. Tanner: Eddie Fisher built it for Elizabeth Taylor back in the fifties.
Brian: See? Even the cops in Hollywood are Hollywood.

The purpose of the Bible? Salvation. God’s highest passion is to get His children home. His book, the Bible, describes His plan of salvation. The purpose of the Bible is to proclaim god’s plan and passion to save His children.

Reinvent yourself over and over and over and over and over until you find a home. There is no timeline for the soul.

My truck is my happy place.

My truck is my home.

New wheels for my new home.

Truck driving is a hard profession requiring long hours and weeks from home.

A truck driver always know how far he is from home. No matter where he is at.

I walked a hundred thousand miles, long way from home. Miss my niggas, some dead, some ain’t comin’ home.

You gotta make this person fall in love with you again because they have no memory or recollection of who you were at that time. Because you’re a different person every time you come home, you grow.

I recommend you leave that house and have nothing more to do with the Sohma family. Shigure being who he is, I’m sure he left you in the dark. You see, the Sohma family continues to be possessed by vengeful spirits. We’re not the jolly bunch you probably imagine. We are bizarre, devious, and cursed. Before you regret getting involved with this family, get out now. Akito is attempting to use you.

My truck is my home on the road.

Clean your home first before complaining about others.

Why am I so pissed off? Feels like something urging me to do…what? But also like I got left behind. What the hell is this vague irritation? Maybe because I was in the middle of all that sickly sweet cheeriness? Yeesh. “Make yourself at home.” Yeah, right. […] This is where I belong. A place where I can fall as far as I want.

Like you said, Colonel, he went home.

I’m just scared of ghosts, Pudge. And home is full of them.

Sometimes I think the whole world is conspiring to destroy my house.

The road is our home.

To be honest I am not looking to be romantic, already got someone at home.

So why don’t you go home for vacations?

Murdock: Colonel, are you sure Rambo’s still in balance with the war? We can’t afford having him involved in this mission and then crack in the pressure of that hell.
Trautman: Pressure? Let me just say that Rambo is the best combat vet I’ve ever seen. A pure fighting machine with only a desire to win a war that someone else lost. And if winning means he has to die, he’ll die. No fear, no regrets. And one more thing: what you choose to call hell, he calls home.

Where truck drivers come home.

May the Lord make you into a protector of your home and your family! Have a great morning!

So quiet that house was in the night, so quiet all the other little homes around it were that held the elderly in them and the old alone or still in couples sleeping early, waking, lying awake and thinking about the past. So much past every night in the silence settling over those houses that all looked much the same on a hillside creeping up against the rock and gorse and tipping down to the river where it widened, widened and ended in the sea.

Think what devils chase a man who cannot sleep in his own house.

Women can go mad with insomnia.
The sleep-deprived roam houses that have lost their familiarity. With tea mugs in hand, we wander rooms, looking on shelves for something we will recognize: a book title, a photograph, the teak-carved bird — a souvenir from what place? A memory almost rises when our eyes rest on a painting’s grey sweep of cloud, or the curve of a wooden leg in a corner. Fingertips faintly recall the raised pattern on a chair cushion, but we wonder how these things have come to be here, in this stranger’s home.
Lost women drift in places where time has collapsed. We look into our thoughts and hearts for what has been forgotten, for what has gone missing. What did we once care about? Whom did we love? We are emptied. We are remote. Like night lilies, we open in the dark, breathe in the shadowy world. Our soliloquies are heard by no one.

Del: Neal, trouble on the home front? Huh?
Neal: I really don’t think that’s any of your concern.
Del: You know, the finest line a man will walk is between success at work and success at home. I gotta motto: Like your work, Love your wife.

I haven’t been home in years.

We have a light upon our house, and it gives hope to all who sail upon the stormy seas. Do ya know what it means to have a light burning atop your home? It is safety, a place of refuge, seen by all that as a signal that ye stand for something greater than this world, greater than us all.

May the LORD be your strength today, for every mountain shall become a plain ground for you, you shall climb the ladder of success today, your face shall be bright beautiful when you return home, amen.

Home is where the anchor drops.

“This is a bit much Sophie!” [Howl] said. “I do live here.”

Barbershops – The home of men’s grooming.

A barbershop is more than just a barbershop. When you walk through that door, you’re walking into the center of our community.

Sweep in front of your own door.

Home is where my Jeep is.

You should hold onto that, man. They’re about to ban that shit. I’m tryin’ to protect your household.

Some people don’t understand that sitting in your own house in peace eating snacks and minding your own business is priceless.