“They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.”
“I don't want to say something cheesy like 'home is where the heart is,' but home is definitely where the heart is. And my heart is, and has always been, with you.”
“Home is where the heart is and probably, heart is where the home is.”
“I prepare my portrait for my woman to hang on a wall when I die.she says: Is there a wall to hang it on?I say: We'll build a room for it. Where? In any house.”
“Home, Ms. Lane?” His deep voice was gently amused.“I have to call it something,” I said morosely. “They say home is where the heart is. I think mine’s satin-linedand six feet under.”
“Where is home?Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness. Home is where the heart's tears can dry at their own pace.”