Aeschylus Quotes

I have to live within my memories, within my private universe, and continually return to China, the land where my thoughts are locked. This is a very painful kind of existence, this feeling of nowhereness.

Chekhov is this poet of melancholy and isolation and of wishing you were somewhere else than where you are.

An exile reads change the way he reads time, memory, self, love, fear, beauty: in the key of loss.

For twenty years I have ached to go back home, when there was nobody there to whom I could return.

I've been homesick for countries I've never been, and longed to be where I couldn't be.

I miss home badly sometimes. But then I remember there's nothing left to miss anymore. I feel safer here.

I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.

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.

Where ever I am I always find myself looking out the window wishing I was somewhere else.

She is Cuba. If you want to love her, you have to be with her, but you can't be with her in her current state. It's the point of view of all exiles - you have to leave the thing you cherish most.

The loneliness is when you pick up and move, even if you are not originally from that place, and you have some memories that you want to embrace. Having a life in transit, I feel like you are always looking out the back window.

The worst feeling in the world is the homesickness that comes over a man occasionally when he is at home.

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

I'll see you in my dreams.

Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.

Exile is not a time frame. Exile is an experience. It's a sentiment.

I loved every minute of my childhood - sunbathing on the fire escape, digging for buried treasure in the back yard, pulling alewives out of the sand... Then it was all taken away from me. I came back every summer to visit my father until I was 18, but I was always the outsider.

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

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 wish I had never left England

I do miss England. Well, I miss the idea of England, I think. But I haven't been back for years. I probably just miss the past.

Being away from the game took a toll on my heart.

Homesickness is universal. But Neapolitan homesickness goes back further than the accidents of domicile. It is nostalgia for love and loss themselves, a soul-sickness caused by the very idea of leaving.

Every day, I wish there was a moment when I could go back to my house and my land.

Birds fly over the rainbow. Why then, oh, why can't I?