I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself; that beast astray that finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.
If any man can convince me and bring home to me that which I do not think or act aright, gladly will I change; for I search after truth, by which man never yet was harmed. But he is harmed who abideth on still in his deception and ignorance.
Oh, no, I think I’d die on my own. I’d be so lonely. Even at home, I’m lonely. I sit in my room and sometimes cry. It is so hard to make friends, and there are some things you can’t talk to your parents or family about. I sometimes walk around the neighborhood at night, just hoping to find someone to talk to. But I just end up coming home.
The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while and watch your answers change.
Charity begins at home, but should not end there.
Your patriarchal blessing is your passport to peace in this life. It is a Liahona of light to guide you unerringly to your heavenly home.
Forget the years, forget distinctions. Leap into the boundless and make it your home!
How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.
I was born a long way from where I belong and I am on my way home.
Bringing about Armageddon can be dangerous. Do not attempt it in your own home.
I’ve learned that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.
God is at home, it’s we who have gone out for a walk.
I want to go home and just go for a long walk. And where I want to go, I have no idea.
Go big, or go home. Otherwise, you’re wasting your youth.
Home is not where you were born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease.
Owning a home is a keystone of wealth – both financial affluence and emotional security.
Good parents give their children Roots and Wings. Roots to know where home is, wings to fly away and exercise what’s been taught them.
I’m not afraid of death. I’m going home.
The home of Religion is the heart.
With languages, you are at home anywhere.