Albert Camus Quotes

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

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

If I knew I could never come back to Ireland, to England, I think I'd fall off the tree.

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

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.

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

Everyone comes back. It makes no difference how far we wander, we always have our country, our land, in our souls and our minds.

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

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

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

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.

I don't believe I could live in Iran again. A tree, once uprooted from the earth, is very difficult to plant again.

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

England will be home for me. It always has been and always will be.

Even though I live in America more, I feel like when I go to Adelaide, that's when I get to go home.

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.

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

I was born in England, but India is the only place I feel at home.

England, through good times or bad, was the only place I wanted to be.

Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.

New York has given me a lot, but I still don't consider it home.

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.