Jamie Campbell Bower Quotes

Israel is the country of my birth. When I come here, I feel I'm coming home.

I've gone very far, far away, but my character keeps me close to home.

In the true sense one's native land, with its background of tradition, early impressions, reminiscences and other things dear to one, is not enough to make sensitive human beings feel at home.

Poland is my home, my roots are here. There is nowhere I would rather live.

Though I had been born in Maryland, Montana was where I truly belonged.

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

My affiliation with England is borne out by the fact that I do come back for periodic visits.

Homeland is something one becomes aware of only through its loss.

India is home, and that's never going to change.

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

In America, we all come from somewhere else, and we carry along some dream myth of home: a notion that something - our point of origin, our roots, the home country - is out there.

On the flight over to the Gulf of Mexico, I wondered about how they say you can never go home again, but maybe an equally expensive reality is how many people, regardless of how many years or miles they put between themselves and where they were born, are never truly able to leave home.

I was born in England, but India is the only place I feel at home.

England, through good times or bad, was the only place I wanted to be.

Many Lexington natives believe they live in a special place, one impossible to leave. I'm not so sure about that - or it's more accurate to say I think a more general truth exists beneath it: the place you first call home stays with you always, whether you remain or go.

I am delighted to be back home in Galway, the place I first came to as a 19-year-old in 1960. It's here where my heart is and will forever be.

And I think a lot of us have fantasies of going back to where we're from, or when we do go back we're so nostalgic about it.

There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.

My life is really so much based in England.

All I ever want is to return to either Bangladesh, my motherland, or India, my adopted home.

I cannot live anywhere else except India.

Although I was always very happy in Britain, I never stopped thinking of America as home, in the fundamental sense of the term. It was where I came from, what I really understood, the base against which all else was measured.

I call Iran home because no matter how long I live in France, and despite the fact that I feel also French after all these years, to me the word 'home' has only one meaning: Iran. I suppose it's that way for everyone: Home is the place where one is born and raised.

I am British. I love Britain for all its faults and all its virtues. My husband is American and I am largely based in Los Angeles, but whenever someone asks me where home is, I automatically say 'London.'

For me, going to London is like coming home. In fact, I've often entertained the idea of ending my days there.