Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. — Yara Bashraheel
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Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.

— Yara Bashraheel
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What lived on-in me- was the discomfort of how completely I'd outgrown the novel I'd once been so happy to live in — Jonathan Franzen, The Discomfort Zone: A Personal History
Happiness lives in every corner of your home and if you are homeless, it lives under the leaves of trees, hiding beneath — Munia Khan
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Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all. — Hermann Hesse, Wandering
Sometimes I get mail for people who lived in my home before I did, and sometimes my own body seems like a home through w — Rebecca Solnit, The Faraway Nearby
We’re all the same. We all have the means to save ourselves and carry ourselves home. — T.A. Miles, Darkside
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It may be argued that the past is a country from which we have all emigrated, that its loss is part of our common humani — Salman Rushdie, Imaginary Homelands: Essays and Criticism 1981-1991
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How long since he'd been back home? Ten years? Fifteen? He'd stopped keeping track around the time he'd finally stopped — Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch
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