Home Is Where You Make It Quotes

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

Many Lexington natives believe they live in a special place, one impossible to leave. I'm not so sure about that - or it's more accurate to say I think a more general truth exists beneath it: the place you first call home stays with you always, whether you remain or go.

There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.

You can't separate a house from a family. It's a living, breathing home.

When you travel like we do, a holiday is simply being able to sleep in your own bed.

I've discovered home is not a place anymore. It's the people around you.

I feel at home wherever I am, to be honest.

This is my homeland no one can kick me out.

For more and more of us, home has really less to do with a piece of soil than, you could say, with a piece of soul. If somebody suddenly asks me, 'Where's your home?' I think about my sweetheart or my closest friends or the songs that travel with me wherever I happen to be.

My idea of home is not necessarily a place.

Home is not land and borders. It's about people you love.

I think anybody who goes away finds you appreciate home more when you return.

'Homeward Bound.' I find myself listening to that tune a lot when I'm traveling. Sitting in a railway station, wanting to go home, carrying all your stuff with you.

Nothing else matters so much as long as you can come home and be with your family.

I really like being home. I like being comfortable, and I'm not a very dramatic person.

You can never blame somebody for wanting to go home.

When I play at home, I feel like I'm flying.

I just love to go home, no matter where I am, the most luxurious hotel suite in the world, I love to go home.

I am a traveler. I am a nomad. I rarely sleep in the same bed more than three or four nights. And I know hotel life better than anyone.

For some people, home is family and their mom's house or their girl or whatever, and I have those experiences as well, but the biggest thing for me is Chicago.

I'm happiest when I'm hanging out at home or in my room.

My father probably thought the capital of the world was wherever he was at the time. It couldn't possibly be anyplace else. Where he and his wife were in their own home, that, for them, was the capital of the world.

Sometimes I come home and still can't believe it's all mine.

I am travelling half the year around the world, every year, so coming home is one of the most beautiful things.

Where thou art, that is home.