Casey Affleck Quotes

The sentimental view of anything is apt to be ridiculous, but I feel that I have been unusually sensitive to the issue of place since I was a little boy.

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.

One's home is like a delicious piece of pie you order in a restaurant on a country road one cozy evening - the best piece of pie you have ever eaten in your life - and can never find again. After you leave home, you may find yourself feeling homesick, even if you have a new home that has nicer wallpaper and a more efficient dishwasher than the home in which you grew up.

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.

Britain, and my hometown, will always be with me wherever I go and whatever I do - but I prefer to live in California.

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.

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.

I feel perhaps my heart is still in China.

Delhi is my emotional home. I still dream of owning a home there.

Even though I live in America more, I feel like when I go to Adelaide, that's when I get to go home.

I can't really live outside Jamaica. I can be away, but only for a while.

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

For me, a relationship with a place is very fundamental. When you're moving - when you're leaving your life and the place where you've lived on a semi-regular basis - you tend to connect the sense of your entire life to that place that you've left.

New York will always be a part of me no matter where I go.

I really love my hometown. I carry that with me.

Sweden will always be my home, since my childhood there was like a fairytale, so I'll always go back to it.

Newcastle is in my heart, and even if I maybe go somewhere, Newcastle will be in my heart.

Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.

All I wanted was what I'd already had. That exultation, that love. It was my one real home; I was a visitor everywhere else.

I don't like coming home. It keeps me from being nostalgic, which by nature I am. Even before the plane begins its descent, I find myself dreading the questions left unanswered by my childhood.

In my heart, I'm always in my rail-hosen.

You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home

You're always homesick. There's always something about home that's special. But I'm not a things person. I'm not attached to my things.

Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.

The impulse for much writing is homesickness. You are trying to get back home, and in your writing you are invoking that home, so you are assuaging the homesickness.