We the living, should not think of the dead as lonely because if they could speak to us, they would say: "Do not weep for me, earth was not my true country, I was an alien there: I am at Home where everyone comes."
Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - a house is no home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.
a simple question to identify your true home: where do you want to die?
May we awaken from forgetfulness and realize our true home.
God has not made this world to be a nest for us, and if we try to make it such for ourselves, he plants thorns in it, so that we may be compelled to mount and find our soul’s true home somewhere else, in a higher and nobler sphere than this poor world can give.
You have to know that your real home is within.
The outer kingdom is not our real home. The inner kingdom is our everything.
But afterwards, is there nothing more for me in life - no true home - nothing to be dearer to me than myself?
Praying privately in churches, I began to discover that heaven was my true home and also that it was here and now, woven into this life.
I think there is a modern temper. The authority figures we revered in the past are all up for grabs - they're gone. We are groping for meaning in a world where some of our gods have died. We're asking ourselves, 'Who is our true brother and sister, where is our true home?' The modern tempter is our struggle to lead meaningful lives, and even if we don't believe in religion, we can reach down and hold on to our core values for guidance.
Whenever you go somewhere that speaks to your soul, you are going home to yourself.
What makes a loft authentic isn't its layout or its history but its ability to give people a true home - a dwelling that reflects their personalities and aspirations, including their dreams of urbanity.
A house is no home unless it contain food and fire for the mind as well as for the body.
Call me cheesy but a dream home is really where the heart is.
Your true home is in the here and the now.
Each time you take a mindful step you are back in the arms of Mother Earth and are reminded of your true sweet home in the here and now.
A community needs a soul if it is to become a true home for human beings. You.. the people must give it this soul.
It is the veiled angel of sorrow who plucks away one thing and another that bound us here in ease and security, and, in the vanishing of these dear objects, indicates the true home of our affections and our peace.
The field of quantum possibility, in which love has opened doors otherwise unimaginable, is our soul's true habitat. The world of fear and limitation is not our home, and who among us is not profoundly weary of hanging out where we do not belong.
In some ways, Christians are homeless. Our true home is waiting for us, prepared by the Lord Jesus Christ.
To have a beautiful house on the outside is one thing... Once you get inside, that's what really makes a home.
This is the most beautiful place on Earth. There are many such places. Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary.
The Unicorn Sonata... tells us that our true home is often right around the corner, if we'd only open our eyes - and our ears - to find it.
Each time you meet an old emotional pattern with presence, your awakening to truth can deepen. There’s less identification with the self in the story and more ability to rest in the awareness that is witnessing what’s happening. You become more able to abide in compassion, to remember and trust your true home. Rather than cycling repetitively through old conditioning, you are actually spiraling toward freedom.
