Home is where the heart is, the natural instincts of human is to be home..home is where pure love is..
Love is the death of duty, as duty is to love to death..for what is dead may never die...
we are dealt with the cards we are dealt with..as no one wins when the family feuds...
There's a whole world out there..there’s a whole world in here...
through wisdom, a house is built, and by understanding it is established..build your house on a rock..
Feel at home, of the homecoming..as of heroic welcome is at home..
Every home is a refuge, the home now only a house..home alone..
We left home to better the home..don't let the motherland call you twice..
visitors as friends bring blessing to the home of the host..
the journey begins with a departure from home interestingly..
No such thing in this life as better than than yours..love yours..
we all get more than we deserve..as of homesick, as to go hard or go home..
The feeling of seeing a familiar faces away from home..
as an attendant been attended as of a blessing to the home with visitors...
as nothing feeds upon itself as liberty does..
life's costly but for home..
Remember, is what home is about wherever..
My house my rules..
the land of the free, the home of the brave..
children make a home on the field of play..
where everybody we know is guilty..good neighbours become good friends..
if you don't stand for something, you are nothing..
as the kitchen is the heart of a home..for the chickens comes home to roost..
took closeness to causeness..took distance due to courseness...
everyone loves wishes but can never prove it..too conk to conquor..
No safer place to be, no happier place than home...
six is sweet but seven is heaven..
from dust we came, to dust we shall return.
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