Sue Monk Kidd Quotes

Men dream more about coming home than about leaving.

I still want to return home whenever I get a chance.

Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

our longing is our pledge, and blessed are the homesick, for they shall come home.

Take me home," Snow White said. "Take me home instantly. If there is anything worse than being home, it is being out.

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.

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

If there's a heaven upon the earth, a fellow knows it when He's been away from home a week, and then gets back again.

So many of my films involve houses or homes that have been abandoned. People trying to get back home. That's an idea that I keep dealing with.

You can never blame somebody for wanting to go home.

I long for home, long for the sight of home.

I grew up in Florida, and I wanted to go home and I couldn't. I didn't have the money. The book [The Tiger Rising] was a way to go home.

All that is within me cries out to go back to my home on the Hudson River

But enough is enough. One turns at last even from glory itself with a sigh of relief. From the depths of mystery, and even from the heights of splendor, we bounce back and hurry for the latitudes of home.

You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.

To be homeward bound, no matter what tragic memories you have harbored, is unlike any voyage a man can ever make.

The one reality was this: He was home. How badly he wanted to stay.

'Homeward Bound.' I find myself listening to that tune a lot when I'm traveling. Sitting in a railway station, wanting to go home, carrying all your stuff with you.

I needed to run away in order to come home.

I loved New York, but I never quite felt like New York was my home either.

I keep thinking I'm going to miss it back in Los Angeles. But I don't. The only thing I miss is driving out in the desert in the Southwest.

I want to go home. Then he mentally underlined the last sentence three times, rewrote it in huge letters in red ink, and circled it before putting a number of exclamation marks next to it in his mental margin.

One bright morning when my work is over I will fly away home.

Everything I pick up seems to lure me away. Everything I do in my daily life begins to feel like striking wet matches. The need to travel is a mysterious force. A desire to 'go' runs through me equally with an intense desire to 'stay' at home. An equal and opposite thermodynamic principle. When I travel, I think of home and what it means. At home I'm dreaming of catching trains at night in the gray light of Old Europe, or pushing open shutters to see Florence awaken. The balance just slightly tips in the direction of the airport.

Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong