H O M E
Home isn’t where you live but where they understand you..
A place you grow up wanting to leave and grow old wanting to get back to..
A place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.. Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
PEACE, that was the other name for home.
It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home..
The light is what guides you home, the warmth is
what keeps you there..
There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness..
Home is where the heart’s tears can dry at their own pace..
HOME IS THE LOVE..