Thomas Wolfe Quotes

It's been a great adventure, everything I hoped for. But it's time to go home. I miss my family. I miss the Earth.

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 go to many different places many times, but I miss my house constantly.

It is not because I do not love my adopted land - it is the natural feeling of one far from home, who remembers those happy, carefree days when life flowed at full tide, without responsibility, flashing past one like the drama in a fascinating story of adventure and romance.

But you know, I still had a dream of being able to go back home and tour.

I don't get back to Michigan nearly as much as I'd like to.

You get away from something long enough, you miss it. You get hungry for it.

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

If you go anywhere, even paradise, you will miss your home.

After all, I long to be in America again, nay, if I can go home to return no more to Europe, it seems to me that I shall ever enjoy more peace of mind, and even Physical comfort than I can meet with in any portion of the world beside.

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.

I miss England. I miss the weather. I've spent moss of the last 25 years on tour. I'm ready to come home.

I have a deep and passionate love of America. It is where I have always thought I would be happiest, and although I miss England desperately, I find that my heart definitely has its home over here.

Contemplating Christmas when you are isolated and far from home brings its own unique pain.

Austin is such a free and creative place, but I can't enjoy it as much because everyone I love is back in L.A.

There's a certain nostalgia and romance in a place you left.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

When memories fade, can one ever really return home?

'Homeward Bound.' I find myself listening to that tune a lot when I'm traveling. Sitting in a railway station, wanting to go home, carrying all your stuff with you.

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.

You create a world away from home and make new rooms for yourself. But when you arrive back home in your old rooms, the world you've made for yourself ceases to be real. Everything seems to crumble. Anyone who's been sent away to boarding school can understand that.

I do not expect to see home again, though that is what I want.

I love Toronto. I love it. I love Toronto. I love Canada. I can't wait to get back. Can't wait to have some Timbits.

It was hard to be away from home, but I am glad that I am home now.

In the mind, in the heart, I was always home. I always imagined, really, going back home.