Alain de Botton Quotes

I suppose home is, for me, more of a state of mind. It's really more of about being where I want to be with people I care about.

what we call a home is merely any place that succeeds in making more consistenly available to us the important truths which the wider world ignores, or which our distracted and irresolute selves have trouble holding onto." (p123) Architecture of Happiness

I’ve learned that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.

My home is such a powerfully imaginative place that the space is almost irrelevant. I think the house I live at on the Hudson is where I belong because it's the only place where I am that I never think about when I'm leaving.

My heart is definitely here, and there's no place like home.

There are some people who believe that home is where one hangs one's hat, but these people tend to live in closets and on little pegs.

Well I never had a place that I could call my very own/That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home.

Home to me is when someone comes up to me and says, "Can I get a selfie?" No. It's where your wife and your family are. It's the emotional place where you feel like you're not away from it.

Home is where the heart is and hence a movable feast.

Home is where the heart is, we say, rubbing the flint of one abstraction against another.

There's always something about home that's special.

A house is not a home.

The difference between a house and a home is like the difference between a man and a woman-- it might be embarrassing to explain, but it would be very unusual to get them confused.

For all the huffing and puffing of the doubters, a home of our own is still the rock on which our hopes are built. Price appreciation aside (and most houses will appreciate, eventually), homeownership is a state of mind. It's your piece of the earth. It's where a family's toes grow roots. It's where the flowers are yours, not God's.

New York has given me a lot, but I still don't consider it home.

Home is the wallpaper above the bed, the family dinner table, the church bells in the morning, the bruised shins of the playground, the small fears that come with dusk, the streets and squares and monuments and shops that constitute one's first universe.

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.

Our home, our special country, is for all of us the place where we find liberation; a very difficult word ... that tries to describe something that can't be described but is the only thing worth having.

I think the whole idea of home is central to who we are as human beings.

I could never leave my home.... It inspires me a lot.

Home is where you hang your head.

It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home

When I dig back through memory cells, I get one particularly distinctive feeling-and that's one of warmth, comfort and well-being. For whatever else I may have had, or lost, or will find-I've still got a hometown. This, nobody's gonna take away from me.

Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened. He was home again.