Words matter. These are the best Way Home Quotes from famous people such as Ann Hood, Erno Rubik, Jimmy White, Dorothy Hamill, Rachel Simmons, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Back when I was 8 or 9 and wanted to be a nun, I would often stop at church on my way home from school.
Like after a nice walk when you have seen many lovely sights you decide to go home, after a while I decided it was time to go home, let us put the cubes back in order. And it was at that moment that I came face to face with the Big Challenge: What is the way home?
Golf and snooker are similar. They are ball games that you don’t have to be super fit for. It’s not like boxing or football when, at 35, you are on your way home.
It was very much like Norman Rockwell: small town America. We walked to school or rode our bikes, stopped at the penny candy store on the way home from school, skated on the pond.
Having a baby on my own is a dream come true, but in my world, there’s no sheepish spouse on his way home from a work trip to offer me a stretch of alone time.
I listen to the phone-ins on the way home and I know how the fans feel.
Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
Use the environment to remind you of what needs to be done. If you’re afraid you’ll forget to buy milk on the way home, put an empty milk carton on the seat next to you in the car or in the backpack you carry to work on the subway.
Most days, I have a slice of toast, then lie in a hot bath for an hour to get up a sweat. I have a sauna at the racecourse and then go and ride. On the way home, I might stop at a service station and have a bar of chocolate and a Diet Coke. And that’s it, basically.
When I was younger, I’d be walking down the street and suddenly panic because I had a cool idea and no way of getting it down – I’d have to sing it all the way home. Now I can hum it into my phone.
My mother was determined to make us independent. When I was four years old, she stopped the car a few miles from our house and made me find my own way home across the fields. I got hopelessly lost.
Nurses told my mother that I was going to be OK. They thought I could walk without a limp and without a brace. And we stopped in a shoe store on the way home and bought a pair of low-top saddle Oxford shoes, which was sort of a symbol that I was going to be a normal little boy.
When I was four, my mother insisted I get out of the car and find my own way home. Although I got lost, I did find my way home. It taught me the value of independence at an early age.
I feel truth, beauty, love, grief, anger, intimacy & alive in my body… Women in the global south live in their bodies much more than we in the global north. Not as distracted by patriarchy’s controlling images – They know power is in their bodies. I am deeply grateful for the women who showed me the way home.
We’re always ready for a pick-up game. I walk through the park on the way home every day and just think to myself, ‘I’ll take on any of these kids.’
The law is the law whether you’re dealing with a multi-million-pound fraud or a car deal where someone feels diddled because their exhaust falls off on the way home.
I was actually lost in Beirut on the way home.
We hope that our associates over time can do more delivery from their way home from stores. We keep trying to figure that out given the realities and the rules associated with that.
David Lee Roth had the idea that if you covered a successful song, you were half way home. C’mon – Van Halen doing ‘Dancing in the Streets’? It was stupid. I started feeling like I would rather bomb playing my own songs than be successful playing someone else’s music.
I’ve had dates at the nicest restaurants, but when you leave, you’re starving, and the best part of the date is having a slice of pizza and a couple of drinks on the way home. I think it’s important to be able to roll with the punches and enjoy every minute of it.
I could see no position to say, ‘I’m going to make a living as a writer.’ But I went to classes for it; I read every play in ‘Theater’ magazine. I saw the second acts of everything on Broadway – I had a job as a CBS usher in New York City, and on my way home every night, I’d see what shows I could get into.
I used to think the store detective had followed me all the way home and would knock on the door and go, ‘Hello, is this your daughter? She’s got three blue lipsticks and a moisturiser from Boots in her bag.’ We just used to nick crap. Not even stuff we wanted.
I sometimes take leftover food from craft services and give away a bunch of sandwiches on my way home.
At primary school, we would pick up plastic petals on the way home to make flowers. Now you might call it child labour, but we did it for pocket money.
I had bad days on the field. But I didn’t take them home with me. I left them in a bar along the way home.
