The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children
Source: Letters of John Keats (1817-1820)
Topic
Home is one of the most loaded words in any language — carrying at once the specific place where one lives and a vast range of emotional associations: safety, belonging, memory, and the particular quality of ease that comes from being somewhere one is known. The quotes gathered here explore all of these dimensions. Some are about physical place: the house, the neighborhood, the landscape that forms an internal map of identity. Others are more abstract: home as a state of being, as the sense of belonging one carries inward. Many of the most affecting reflections here are written by people who have been separated from home — by war, by immigration, by simple time and change — and whose distance clarifies what proximity obscures. These voices understand home not as a fixed address but as a relationship, one that can be lost and sometimes found again in unexpected places. Whether you are rooted or searching, these words speak to something deeply constant in human experience.
The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.
Any land is your country where you can live happy.