Inspirational Quotes on Home

“It is difficult to see how Christianity can have a positive effect on society if it cannot transform its own homes.”

“The most influential of all educational factors is the conversation in a child's home.”

“Home is the place we love best and grumble the most.”

“God is the first object of our love: Its next office is, to bear the defects of others. And we should begin the practice of this amidst our own household.”

“People who have good relationships at home are more effective in the marketplace.”

“If you would have your children turn out well, don't turn your home into a lunch counter and lodging house.”

“Let the wife make the husband glad to come home, and let him make her sorry to see him leave.”

“I believe that being successful means having a balance of success stories across the many areas of your life. You can't truly be considered successful in your business life if your home life is in shambles.”

“Heaven itself [...] would be— must be— a coming home.”

“Some homes need a hickory switch a good deal more than they do a piano.”

“The idea that the service to God should have only to do with a church altar, singing, reading, sacrifice, and the like is without doubt but the worst trick of the devil. How could the devil have led us more effectively astray than by the narrow conception that service to God takes place only in a church and by the works done therein. The whole world could abound with the services to the Lord, Gottesdienste - not only in churches but also in the home, kitchen, workshop, field.”

“A longing for eternity is built-in to us all”

“[Peggotty] gave me one piece of intelligence which affected me very much, namely, that there had been a sale of the furniture at our old home, and that Mr. and Miss Murdstone were gone away, and the house was shut up, to be let or sold. I had no part in it while they remained there, but it pained me to think of the dear old place as altogether abandoned; of the weeds growing tall in the garden, and the fallen leaves lying thick and wet upon the paths. I imagined how the winds of winter would howl round it, how the cold rain would beat upon the window-glass, how the moon would make ghosts on the walls of the empty rooms, watching their solitude all night. I thought afresh of the grave in the churchyard, underneath the tree: and it seemed as if the house were dead, too [...].”