Sunita Williams Quotes

Any time I get to go home is a joyous occasion.

The prospect of going home is very appealing.

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

But it's been perfect - where you grew up is where you relax. It's been the most perfect thing to have the country lifestyle again after my fall and after the Melbourne Cup.

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.

Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.

It's been a great adventure, everything I hoped for. But it's time to go home. I miss my family. I miss the Earth.

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.

Oh, to be home again, home again, home again! Under the apple-boughs, down by the mill!

Step on the moist, pillowsoft earth, walking gingerly aside a weeping steam that calls your name, for it knows how to heal a wounded heart.

I really, really missed the Pennsylvania countryside and hills.

I have to admit I've rarely been happier in my life. I have been absolutely thrilled to be back in New York and living a block from where I grew up. Just to be back in New York and, quite honestly, away from Hollywood has been an absolute thrill for me. I feel like I'm a real actor again.

It was hard to be away from home, but I am glad that I am home now.

The joy of viewing land, the hope of in a few days ranging through the long wished-for spot and the pleasure of again resuming my wonted employment may be readily calculated.

Earth laughs in flowers.

I'm grateful for anything that brings me back to Colorado.

I would be happy to go back to Spain at the right moment.

I've always loved coming back to Vizag.

And that was my homecoming. It was fine, I guess. Getting back feels like your first breath after nearly drowning. Even if it hurts, it's good.

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

Africa, help me to go home, carry me like an aged child in your arms. Undress me and wash me. Strip me of all of these garments, strip me as a man strips off dreams when the dawn comes. . . .

Maybe that's the best part of going away for a vacation-coming home again.

Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened. He was home again.

As much as we've enjoyed it up here, we're also starting to look forward to seeing all the people back on Earth that we miss and love so much.