The journey itself is home…

Home is the nicest word there is.

Laura Ingalls Wilder (1867 โ€“ 1957)

The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.

Maya Angelou (1928 โ€“ 2014)

One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.

Hermann Hesse (1877 โ€“ 1962)

Strength of character may be learned at work, but beauty of character is learned at home.

Henry Drummond (1851 โ€“ 1897)

You never know what events are going to transpire to get you home.

Og Mandino (1923 โ€“ 1996)

I do not recall a Jewish home without a book on the table.

Elie Wiesel (1928 โ€“ 2016)

To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition, the end to which every enterprise and labor tends, and of which every desire prompts the prosecution.

Samuel Johnson (1709 โ€“ 1784)

Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door.

Charles Dickens (1812 โ€“ 1870)

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we doโ€ฆ but how much love we put in that action.

Mother Teresa (1910 โ€“ 1997)

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

Matsuo Bashล (1644 โ€“ 1694)

20 thoughts on “The journey itself is home…”

  1. I gain insight from these ideas of “home,” David, as any thinkers who dwell on them must. I published some of these, among others, in a 2015 post, perhaps my favorite being T.S. Eliot’s, “and at the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” Eliot also wrote “Home is where one starts from” (which I used in the title of the post). For myself, “home” answers all the big questions, such as, Where’d I hang the kippah I wear under the Stetson in this sentence. ๐Ÿ™‚
    Home sweet home
    No antelope play
    There are deer

    1. I came across those quotes too… I’m considering making another post with quotes about home ๐Ÿ˜

      Feelings range widely;
      Kind words beneath clear blue skies
      Encourage me home

  2. This is lovely. Home: “Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may roam– Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.” my parents used to sing.
    Home is where you hang your heart. Home…

  3. Home gems
    I love them all
    So precious
    Somewhere there is always a place in the sun, somewhere to call home
    Even the journey,
    Thatโ€™s lovely
    Iโ€™m on my way home

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