home

My heart is my happy home.

The heart is a sacred home.

The heart is the only sacred home.

Wherever, I am, you will always be in my heart.

Just because you haven't got a home, doesn't make you homeless.andJust because you don't have a heart, doesn't make you heartless.Now, does it?

My heart is my heavenly home.

Where could I call home? Only in my heart.

Everybody has a home team: It__ the people you call when you get a flat tire or when something terrible happens. It__ the people who, near or far, know everything that__ wrong with you and love you anyways. These are the ones who tell you their secrets, who get themselves a glass of water without asking when they__e at your house. These are the people who cry when you cry. These are your people, your middle-of-the-night, no-matter-what people.

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.

My city. I pondered that phrase, wondered why Barrons felt that way. He never said __ur world._ He always said __our world._ But he called Dublin his city. Merely because he__ been in it so long? Or had Barrons, like me, been beguiled by her tawdry grace, fallen for her charm and colorful dualities?I looked around __y_ bookstore. That was what I called it. Did we call the things of our heart our own, whether they were or not?

The heartland lies where the heart longs to be. Sometimes it takes a lifetime to find the true place to plant it.

If Light Is In Your HeartYou Will Find Your Way Home.

You can't be transcendent,... which will mean to be perfect in everything. You can try to act as such person, but there is a lot of to learn.- As first you always will know the few from everything- Everything is endless!- (The Wolf of Wall Street), forgot everything what people say to you about the topic "Money"...because money are the thing which make your life interesting. You could buy the best phone, the best hotel or the best room, the best house, the best car, the best TV, the best books... the best wife... There are outside a lot of women which will sleep with you in replace of money... so reality you need money to have them... (More far than this I can't take you, because the train is too fast It will delete everything.... <----- it will just start from here.)... What I gonna say or I will say is "Good Luck and try by yourself the finish the mission".

The love song I wrote that day... I got embarrassed and never sang it for her.Oh yeah... I'll sing it to her when I go home.I'll go home.I'll hurry home.

Doors are funny things. Some lead to somewhere exciting and wonderful, while others lead to the mundane and ordinary. Some, because they are gaudy and ornate, usher us into the land of greed and money. But many look unassuming and plain, yet hidden behind their simplicity one can find love; warmth; a cozy fire; a home cooked meal and a beautiful family.It's these doors I search for in life and it's these doors that I shall find.

I don't have a garden full of flowers.I have a garden full of love.

The only sacred home, you can live lies in your pure heart.

I want you here. I want you in my home, my bed, my life,_ he murmured, the smooth out of his voice, it was low and so rough with sex and emotion, it was abrasive, scoring through me.__aby ____ want your clothes in my closet. I wanna hear your voice in my house when you__e talkin_ on the phone. I want you sittin_ beside me when we__e watchin_ TV. I want shit you like in my fridge. I want __our razors in my shower. I want my roof over your head. Your car in my garage. I want to give you what I should have been giving you for sixteen years. As good as you deserve. A showplace. A place where I can make you happy.__od. He was killing me.__reed, let me ___e didn__ let me finish. He pressed on, driving in, our bodies jolting with his thrusts, his voice harsh in my ear.__ive me that, Sylvie. Give me that and, swear to God, I__l give you everything.___ ___is head came up, his cock drove deep and stayed planted and his eyes burned into mine.__ll I__l ask. All I__l ever ask. You give me that and you got a lifetime of nothin_ but take.