Pierce Brosnan Quotes

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

Homeland is something one becomes aware of only through its loss.

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.

What greater grief than the loss of one's native land.

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

I wish I had never left England

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

On the flight over to the Gulf of Mexico, I wondered about how they say you can never go home again, but maybe an equally expensive reality is how many people, regardless of how many years or miles they put between themselves and where they were born, are never truly able to leave home.

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

I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.

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

It is a well-known fact that we always recognize our homeland at the moment we are about to lose it.

Rome is no longer in Rome, it is here where I am.

Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.

How long have you been away from the country?" Laruja asked Ibarra. "Almost seven years." "Then you have probably forgotten all about it." "Quite the contrary. Even if my country does seem to have forgotten me, I have always thought about it.

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.

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.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

I'm living in L.A. but my heart's in Vancouver.

I'm living in California but I have a place that is mine in Chile and I belong there. I am no longer an exile.

In the poetry of immigrants, nostalgia is as common as confetti at parades or platitudes at political conventions.

exile is strangely compelling to think about but terrible to experience. It is the unhealable rift forced between a human being and a native place, between the self and its true home: its essential sadness can never be surmounted. And while it is true that literature and history contain heroic, romantic, glorious, even triumphant episodes in an exile’s life, these are no more than efforts meant to overcome the crippling sorrow of estrangement.

So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.

Water is the exile, carried back in cans and flasks, the ghost between your hands and your mouth.