Kristina McMorris Quotes

Home is the place where you feel happy.

We have no home, she told me. I am your home.

Why do people hanker for the home? - security, safety. But in the name of security and safety, they don't make homes, they make prisons - and they are the jailed and they are the jailers, but because they have the keys in their own hands, they think they are free.

Being in a relationship grounds you. You feel a sense of home.

Love means home. It's where you're meant to be.

Pakistan is my home; I don't want to feel harassed in my own home.

Go home, Gideon. Please." "I am home." He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. "I'm with you.

There's always something about home that's special.

Wasn't that the definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted

I’ve learned that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.

I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.

... home isn't always the place where you were born and bred. Home is the place where your everyday clothes are, and where somebody or something needs you.

Oakland is home, and you always want to go home. Anytime you get the chance, you're happy to go home.

It is important for me to feel at home.

She buried her face in his shoulder. And while the truth still scared her, being in his arms made her feel like the sea finding its shore, like a traveler returning after a long, hard, distant trip-- finally returning home.

It's not a house, it's a home.

Anything that feels familiar and comfortable [is home]. It's wherever I feel safe and safest. Most of the time, that's just Barbados. It's warm, it's beautiful, it's the beach, it's my family, it's the food, it's the music. Everything feels familiar, feels right and feels safe. So, Barbados is home for me.

We may act sophisticated and worldly but I believe we feel safest when we go inside ourselves and find home, a place where we belong and maybe the only place we really do.

Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.

I suppose home is, for me, more of a state of mind. It's really more of about being where I want to be with people I care about.

Well I never had a place that I could call my very own/That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home.

Oh, I can't describe my home. It is home, and I can't put its charm into words

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

We were always surrounded by people who knew us very well and cared about us.