Top 1200 Home Is Where The Heart Is Quotes & Sayings - Page 2

I followed a guy to Denmark. I came home with a broken heart.

When a man leaves home, he leaves behind some scrap of his heart. . . . It's the same with a place a man is going to. Only then he sends a scrap of his heart ahead.

I was brought up on the books of The Wizard of Oz and my mother told me that these were great philosophies. It was a very simple philosophy, that everybody had a heart, that everybody had a brain, that everybody had courage. These were the gifts that are given to you when you come on this earth, and if you use them properly, you reach the pot at the end of the rainbow. And that pot of gold was a home. And home isn't just a house or an abode, its people, people who love you and that you love. That's a home.

Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

My heart is burning with love. All I can see is this flame. My heart is burning with passion, like waves on an ocean. I'm at home, wherever I am. And in the room of lovers, I can see with closed eyes the beauty that dances. Behind the veils, intoxicated with love, I too dance the rhythm of this moving world.

I envy because of the heart. I glutton because of the heart. I covet because of the heart. I am prideful because of the heart. I sloth because of the heart. I rage because of the heart. Because of the heart, I lust for everything about you.

Christmas is, of course, the time to be home - in heart as well as body.

Recognize, you ARE Home. Not, you are 'at home'... you ARE Home. Not, you have 'come home'... you ARE Home. You are that which IS Home.

I love it here in Boston and I love studying medicine. But it’s not home. Dublin is home. Being back with you felt like home. I miss my best friend. I’ve met some great guys here, but I didn’t grow up with any of them playing cops and robbers in my back garden. I don’t feel like they are real friends. I haven’t kicked them in the shins, stayed up all night on Santa watch with them, hung from trees pretending to be monkeys, played hotel, or laughed my heart out as their stomachs were pumped. It’s kind of hard to beat that.

A writer's heart, a poet's heart, an artist's heart, a musician's heart is always breaking. It is through that broken window that we see the world.

I live in New York City. Since 1983, this is my home. It is my heart, it is my home, and it is the city that I love. I enjoy many places and many opportunities, but I absolutely adore New York City.

A heart makes a good home for the friend.

Anywhere I hang my heart is home... it's just the closet that keeps moving.

I am an architect at heart. I designed every home I've ever had, plus my studio.

Envious because I have a heart, Gluttonous because I have a heart, Greedy because I have a heart, Prideful because I have a heart, Slothful because I have a heart, Wrathful because I have a heart, Because I have a heart, I lust for all that you are.

France is my home; you are my family. I am carrying all of you in my heart.

Forever on Thanksgiving Day the heart will find the pathway home.

I don't think many people consider in their heart that they have two places that are home.

My foundation is based on helping children, and I hand-pick projects that are close to my heart and home.

I guess you could say I'm a home boy at heart.

They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.

There's no point of equilibrium. I'm either at home or at work, but what I try to do is to give my whole heart to wherever I am.

Wherever is your heart I call home.

The human heart is the first home of democracy.

Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness.

Heart weeps. Head tries to help heart. Head tells heart how it is, again: You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday. Heart feels better, then. But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart. Heart is so new to this. I want them back, says heart. Head is all heart has. Help, head. Help heart.

Whatever you do, do it from your heart. It won't happen just by sitting at home.

Home is where the heart is or where you bury the ones you want to eat later.

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.

I was just at home walking around at home, and I started feel, well, just funny. You know how you can feel funny? I had a strange pain in my chest. So my housekeeper took me to the hospital, when they hooked me up and did all these tests turned out I had a big heart attack.

I once received a letter from an old lady in California who informed me that when the tired reader comes home at night, he wishes to read something that will lift up his heart. And it seems her heart had not been lifted up by anything of mine she had read. I think that if her heart had been in the right place, it would have been lifted up.

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home.

Home is where the heart is, we say, rubbing the flint of one abstraction against another.

A good heart is a beautiful home where you can always find peace!

God Himself - His thoughts, His will, His love, His judgments are men's home. To think His thoughts, to choose His will, to judge His judgments, and thus to know that He is in us, with us, is to be at home. And to pass through the valley of the shadow of death is the way home, but only thus, that as all changes have hitherto led us nearer to this home, the knowledge of God, so this greatest of all outward changes - for it is but an outward change - will surely usher us into a region where there will be fresh possibilities of drawing nigh in heart, soul, and mind to the Father of us all.

Our sweetest experiences of affection are meant to be suggestions of that realm which is the home of the heart.

That prayer has great power which a person makes with all his might. It makes a sour heart sweet, a sad heart merry, a poor heart rich, a foolish heart wise, a timid heart brave, a sick heart well, a blind heart full of sight, a cold heart ardent. It draws down the great God into the little heart; it drives the hungry soul up into the fullness of God; it brings together two lovers, God and the soul, in a wondrous place where they speak much of love.

Is there a home, a home for me? Where the people stay until eternity? Is there a road that winds up, underneath the big green tree? Is there a home, a home for me?

Maybe at the heart of all our traveling is the dream of someday, somehow, getting Home.

The idea of a spiritual heart transplant is a vivid image to me; once you have the heart of somebody else inside you, then that heart is there. Jesus' heart is inside me, and my heart is gone. So if God were to place a stethoscope against my chest, he would hear the heart of Jesus Christ beating.

There must be an angel, Playing with my heart. And when I think that I'm alone, It seems there's more of us at home...

I think women write more fully and honestly than men about heart and home.

The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.

My heart is definitely here, and there's no place like home.

Home is where the heart is and hence a movable feast.

America, the country of my heart, my second home.

Home may be where the heart is but it's no place to spend Wednesday afternoon.

Indiana is always home to me. It holds a special place in my heart.

A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.

Milan is my home, where I chose to go and where my heart really is.

How would you describe the spiritual aroma of your home? The source of this aroma is the relationship between husband and wife. Many can fake an attempt at keeping God’s standards in some external way. What we cannot fake is the resulting, distinctive aroma of pleasure to God. Most marriage books address the mere externals of marriage, without seeking to understand the heart issues. Godly marriages proceed from an obedient heart, and the greatest desire of an obedient heart is the glory of God, not the happiness of the household.

I'm a '70s guy at heart. I play a lot of Bowie and 10cc at home.

Vermont will always be my home in my heart, but I really love L.A.

Call me cheesy but a dream home is really where the heart is.

How far we all come. How far we all come away from ourselves. So far, so much between, you can never go home again. You can go home, it's good to go home, but you never really get all the way home again in your life. ... whatever it was and however good it was, it wasn't what you once had been, and had lost, and could never have again, and once in a while, once in a long time, you remembered, and knew how far you were away, and it hit you hard enough, that little while it lasted, to break your heart.

New Orleans is home. That's where the heart is.

He was full of the restless, dissatisfied energy that always seemed to move into his heart after he visited home these days. It had something to do with the knowledge that his parents’ house wasn’t truly home anymore — if it had ever been — and something to do with the realization that they hadn’t changed; he had.

Home is a relative concept for me. I've been in Los Angeles 10 years, and I definitely feel at home here, but I also feel at home in a lot of places. I'm not too attached to anywhere, really. Home is where the people you love are at the time.

Wait until the sun sets tonight, and if we are both here to see it, then my heart will break knowing you are safe and yet not to be mine. If you are gone, then my heart will break knowing that God has taken you home...” Gordian Pierce

This is and has been the Father's work from the beginning-to bring us into the home of His heart.