“Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.”

“Oh, rolling round the ocean,
From a far and foreign land,
May suit the common notion
That a sailor's life is grand.
But as for me, I'd sooner be
A roaring here at home
About the rolling, roaring life
Of them that sails the foam.
For the homeward-bounder's chorus,
Which he roars across the foam,
Is all about chucking a sailor's life,
And settling down at home.
Home, home, home,
That's the song of them that roam,
The song of the roaring, rolling sea
Is all about rolling home.”

“Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.”

“Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?”

“He wants to dream like a young man
With the wisdom of an old man.
He wants his home and security,
He wants to live like a sailor at sea.
Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall?
You realize you just can't have it all.”

“She wants to go home, but nobody's home. It's where she lies, broken inside.”

“Certificates from top US universities adorned the walls like tiger head in a hunter’s home.”

“I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.”

“We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is.”

“where a man feels at home, outside of where he’s born, is where he’s meant to go.”