Oksana Masters Quotes

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

People dreamed. People left. And they all came back.

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.

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.

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

After my grandmother passed away, I felt the urge to take my camera to her flat. I knew this flat from my childhood in Tel Aviv. Going to this flat was like going abroad; there was a real feeling of traveling across Tel Aviv and ending up in Berlin.

Nothing is forever, and I do still talk about when I'll come back to Britain. I'd love to come back and do a nice big juicy period drama. I don't understand it when people suddenly turn their back on Britain or Scotland. I'm so aware of it, and it's so much a part of who I am.

But you know, I still had a dream of being able to go back home and tour.

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

The thing about leaving New York is that you can come back.

I sing 'Beirut' for what the city is for me, but I am also singing as an exile.

When I left Spain, I had it very clear in my mind that I would return one day.

I love my country, and it hurts not to be able to see my country, as I did for so many years. I hope that I will one day be able to live in a peaceful Colombia.

I miss Boston so much and want to get back there someday.

More than anything I want to be able to go back to Cuba, to have a house to visit there, to know my roots. Then, at last, I could sing for my people.

Our exile organizations have been our way of replacing the cities and villages we have lost.

Many of us are returning from a long journey during which we were forced to search for things that were of no interest to us. Now we realize that they were false. But this return cannot be made without pain, because we have been away for a long time and feel that we are strangers in out own land. It will take some time to find the friends who also left, and the places where our roots and treasures lie. But this will happen.

I could come back to America..to die..but never, never to live.

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.

For almost thirty years I repeatedly saw one and the same dream: I would arrive in Vienna at long last. I would feel really happy, for I was returning to my serene childhood.

I had been out there long enough. I had not seen my family for four years.

This was nostalgia in the literal Greek sense: the pain of not being able to return to one's home and family.

Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.

I missed New York. Every break I had from the series, I'd fly back to the East Coast just to get back onstage.