Barry McGuire Quotes

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

People dreamed. People left. And they all came back.

He traveled in order to come home.

The thing about coming back to the Bay Area, it's like coming home for me.

I read the Odyssey because it was the story of a man who returned home after being absent for more than twenty years and was recognized only by his dog.

Nothing is more uninteresting than completely knowing somebody, being totally at ease.

The odyssey is not going out and seeing the world: it's about trying to get home. It's home to the woman you love.

I don't ever get to the point where anything is old hat.

If I could go anywhere in the world, that place would be home.

It's strange coming back to Northern Ireland, but it feels like a home away from home.

I always take D.C. with me. And I always come back home.

I believe in exploration, and I will miss being on the front lines of that endeavor. On one hand, I look forward to going home, but it's something that's been a big part of my life, and I'm going to miss it.

Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea; Over snow by winter sown, And through the merry flowers of June, Over grass and over stone, And under mountains of the moon. Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star, Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar. Eyes that fire and sword have seen And horror in the halls of stone Look at last on meadows green And trees and hills they long have known

A house of which one knew every room wasn't worth living in.

I've been on the road for four years. I won't recognise the place again, until I walk out on stage.

Ever since childhood, when I lived within earshot of the Boston and Maine, I have seldom heard a train go by and not wished I was on it.

Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.

I really wish we could stay longer in the countries we visit, but I've been lucky to have visited most of them before, because I've done a tremendous amount of travel.

Once you start doing only what you've already proven you can do, you're on the road to death.

Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.

If there's a heaven upon the earth, a fellow knows it when He's been away from home a week, and then gets back again.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.

The idea of doing something that you've seen a thousand times before doesn't appeal to me.

Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.