Alice Merton Quotes

I was realizing that I didn't have a home. I didn't really feel at home in one place.

A man who lives everywhere lives nowhere.

Man hath still either toys or care: But hath no root, nor to one place is tied, but ever restless and irregular, about this earth doth run and ride. He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where; He says it is so far, that he has quite forgot how to go there.

I don't really live anywhere.

I've very aware of my rootlessness.

I actually didn't think there was that many people out there who knew what it's like to not really have a home or have that home in one place.

When you've moved 13 times, you lose track of where you're from.

I don't know what 'home' or 'abroad' is any more.

I have always felt a little homeless. It's a strange thing.

Growing up, I never really felt like anything was my own. I moved a lot, and I never belonged anywhere.

For many years, I didn't have a home.

We moved around a lot when I was younger. I never really felt at home until we moved to Canada, but even then, I always felt strangely out of place and alien.

When I was growing up, I never felt that I belonged anywhere because we never lived in a house for more than three months. That's all I knew, and that's why I don't really belong anywhere.

I feel like a visitor just about everywhere.

I belong nowhere and to no one.

I basically live out of my truck - I mean from place to place. I feel more at home in my truck than just about anywhere, which is a sad thing to say, but it's true.

I've never felt at home anywhere.

Every time someone asks me where I'm from, I'm not sure how to answer that question... so I say I have no roots.

Living with the notion that you might never have a permanent spot in the world is really quite a powerful metaphor.

I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now--only that place where the books are kept.

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

I never had a sense of home.

When I was teaching, I didn't feel I had a home, a place where I truly belonged.

I just never felt like I belonged anywhere. I always had a stick with a little knapsack attached.

I come from no country, from no city, no tribe. I am the son of the road... all tongues and all prayers belong to me. But I belong to none of them.