Penelope Mitchell Quotes

I've always craved to belong to somewhere, but I never have and never will.

L.A. really doesn't feel like home to me anymore.

I try so hard not to think that I am a stranger in a strange land. But I know that I stand out.

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

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

I get homesick.

And I think a lot of us have fantasies of going back to where we're from, or when we do go back we're so nostalgic about it.

I grew up a misfit. I never fit in.

I didn't know a soul when I got to New York, and I felt really displaced. The first week I was euphoric, and then I realized how isolating the city can be.

I'm stuck somewhere a small island in the middle of the Atlantic where I'm alone. Because in France, they're like, 'No, you're not like us, you're not a French guy.' And in America, they're like, 'You're not like us.' I'm really alone in my little thing.

I not only lived physically away from my native land, but the values and critical judgments of those closest to me became stranger and stranger.

Contemplating Christmas when you are isolated and far from home brings its own unique pain.

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.

You get people who come to London, sever links with where they come from, and then when they need people, there's nobody there. To feel like you can't go back home would be a horribly sad place to be, as is mistaking fame for genuine love and affection.

You create a world away from home and make new rooms for yourself. But when you arrive back home in your old rooms, the world you've made for yourself ceases to be real. Everything seems to crumble. Anyone who's been sent away to boarding school can understand that.

When I first moved to London, I felt very homesick and yearned after the countryside a lot. Because London's hard. It's a big place, and it's lonely. It takes a while to get into it. But once I got into the flow of it and started to grow up, I realised that my home is wherever I am.

I never really felt like I belonged in California.

I belong nowhere and to no one.

At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one's lost self.

I never felt truly at home in Switzerland.

The loneliest ebb of my life came on that Christmas eve, only one day after my arrival in New York. The abyss of loneliness. I ate a solitary dinner in a small cafe, and the very food tasted bitter with my unshed tears. One doesn't dare cry in America. It is unmanly here.

When I was a kid, I was so homesick at all times.

In Mumbai, I feel like a stranger.

I don't like being away from home.

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