Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.
John Ed Pearce
Every house where love abides
And friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home sweet home
For there the heart can rest.
Henry Van Dyke
Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness. Home is where the heart’s tears can dry at their own pace.
I feel like I’ve never had a home, you know? I feel related to the country, to this country, and yet I don’t know exactly where I fit in… There’s always this kind of nostalgia for a place, a place where you can reckon with yourself.