Jimmy Somerville Quotes

I've always been an outsider. Even in London. If I returned to Scotland, I'd feel a complete foreigner.

I feel like I've never had a home, you know? I feel related to the country, to this country, and yet I don't know exactly where I fit in... There's always this kind of nostalgia for a place, a place where you can reckon with yourself.

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.

I not only lived physically away from my native land, but the values and critical judgments of those closest to me became stranger and stranger.

When memories fade, can one ever really return home?

To this day, I get very nervous coming back into my own country.

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've spent so much time the last seven, eight years in Los Angeles, away from my family, away from my friends, away from the city that is my favourite place to be and I just want to come here and have a proper life.

I missed my home - like the physicality of my home, I missed my friends and my family mostly and just hanging out and being in your home country - culturally it feels right and that is what I miss.

Nostalgia is eternal for Americans. We are often displaced from our origins and carry anxious memories of that lost past. We fear losing our bearings.

I escaped to New York, and then L.A., but when I dream of home, I still dream of my old house in Holmdel.

I don't think I'll ever escape the fact that I don't belong anywhere in particular. I've often dreamed about going back to Nigeria, but that's a very romantic notion. It's a hideous country to go to in reality.

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

I've lived in Texas now longer than anywhere and then California and then Oklahoma, but yet Oklahoma is what I consider home.

Many nights, I longed for home. But it occurred to me as I struggled for a feeling of comfort and safety: I have no idea where home is.

The misfortune of a young man who returns to his native land after years away is that he finds his native land foreign; whereas the lands he left behind remain for ever like a mirage in his mind. However, misfortune can itself sow seeds of creativity. ---- Afterword to "Hothouse" Brian Aldiss

When I first left Iran at the age of 13, Iran had become such a shining star - it was the point to which all my desires and dreams returned.

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.

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

I don't believe I could live in Iran again. A tree, once uprooted from the earth, is very difficult to plant again.

New York is, of course, many cities, and an exile does not return to the one he left.

Although I don't know Oslo at all, there is something about the feel or the smell of the place that feels like home, which is quite interesting.

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.

I remember being this little girl missing her daddy and living so far away in France and from anything that was familiar to me. I felt so different and so isolated. When you're removed from everything that's familiar, you realize who you are.

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