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“The only place I ever felt at home was with you. There isn’t a place for me anywhere anymore… I’ve been evicted.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“If home is where the heart is, Jason has lived in his throat for a long time.”
― Jamie Mason

“It's the people that make a home, not the place.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Servitude is Sanctitude

“I am very old,’ he said gravely. He added, as a matter of course: ‘I’m glad to die in Africa.’
'And why?'
'Because this is where mankind began. The cradle of humanity is in Nyasaland. It’s been pretty well proved.’
'Odd reason.’
'One dies better at home.'
'Yet another one, I thought, who’s trying to find a home on earth.”
― Romain Gary, The Roots of Heaven

“They all hushed as Brinny, the one murderess of their crew, told them of the making of her bride cake, with primrose yellow butter and raisins of the sun, fattened on smuggled brandy. The further they sailed from England, the fonder they grew of the pleasures of home: plum trees with bowed branches, brambles in the hedge, cream from a beloved cow.”
― Martine Bailey, A Taste for Nightshade

“Until love is the roof,
and love is the ground,
everything inbetween is nothing.
Until love is the alpha,
love is the omega,
all the alphabets mean nothing.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Amor Apocalypse: Canım Sana Ä°htiyacım

“My grandfather built Darling House five years after he'd arrived from Scotland. He knew by then that the climate was going to require something different from what he'd been used to as a boy."
"She's a grand old lady," Matt said of the house. "Dressed up in an iron-lace shawl, looking out over her harbor."
Nora smiled. "That's exactly what she is. It's the reason she and I get on so well together. We're two of a kind."
Nora had lived in Darling House all her life and was as much a part of the building as the pair of lions guarding its entrance gate and the brick chimneys punctuating the sparkling blue sky. It was almost impossible to imagine her anywhere else. Jess had only to close her eyes now to invoke a vivid picture of her grandmother standing on the wide concrete steps that led to the front door, both arms lifted in welcome.”
― Kate Morton, Homecoming

“The milking machines sounded tranquilizing, and there was the collegiality of seventy animal spirits thriving, warming the barn with cud-chewing, nose-snuffling, and sisterly mammalhood.”
― Edward Hoagland, In the Country of the Blind

“I felt nothing really, other than the smallest pangs at the sight of my old bedroom window. But that was it. Just a building. Just a window. Just a shell in which people make home with things and people. A shell which goes back to being just that when those things are removed.”
― Lia Louis, Dear Emmie Blue

“Home is not where the heart is, home is where the heart is lost.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Amor Apocalypse: Canım Sana Ä°htiyacım

“Home is a people, not a place.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Her Insan Ailem: Everyone is Family, Everywhere is Home

“When you make your heart your home, you become aware of things imperceptible to others.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“Do you want to go downstairs and get cake?"
She knew it was a way out, but she accepted it, gratefully. She also accepted the cake.
It was what Rowan called a raid-the-kitchen dinner, and Hutch more sniffily called eating scraps. Hutchincroft couldn't waste more magic turning human to cook, and Rowan couldn't be bothered. So they had bread and cheese and undersized tomatoes and cold sausages from last night, with the last of the sponge cake and tinned peaches for after, and took it up to the turret battlements as planned. It was late in the year eat outdoors, and the wind was fierce from the shore, but the walls protected them as long as they sat on the still-warm flagstones. The sky above was shifting to purple, and when Biddy tilted her head back, she felt as though she could fall into it.
That evening, she loved the island more than anything that could be in the world.”
― H.G. Parry, The Magician’s Daughter