Tyka Nelson Quotes

I feel like I've never had a home, you know? I feel related to the country, to this country, and yet I don't know exactly where I fit in... There's always this kind of nostalgia for a place, a place where you can reckon with yourself.

I had spent my whole life feeling homesick. The only difference between the two of us was that I didn't know what or where home was.

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.

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

Some of my songs are about the feeling you belong somewhere else. But there's also something grounding about coming from a small town.

I'm very attracted to exile literature - particularly Nabokov - exactly because the idea of being away from home for any serious length of time is so inconceivable to me.

I loved New York, but I never quite felt like New York was my home either.

Homesickness is nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time.

The sparrow that is twittering on the edge of my balcony is calling up to me this moment a world of memories that reach over half my lifetime, and a world of hope that stretches farther than any flight of sparrows.

Our life is a hope which is continually converting itself into memory and memory in its turn begets hope.

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

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.

As a political exile, you always think you're going home next year.

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.

When I'm at school in the city, I don't feel particularly worldly or wise. It's only when I come back home that I remember exactly why I left.

For twenty years I have ached to go back home, when there was nobody there to whom I could return.

We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

When I was at home I was in a better place

Every night when I go to bed I think, In the morning I will wake up in my own house and things will be back the way they were. It hasn’t happened this morning, either.

You can't go home again because home has ceased to exist except in the mothballs of memory.

I don't believe in a sense of home.

and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.

It was awkward, revisiting a world you have never seen before: like coming home, after a long journey, to someone else’s house.

You’re shaking … so am I. It’s because of Jerusalem, isn’t it? One doesn’t go to Jerusalem, one returns to it. That’s one of its mysteries.

Being somewhere but not completely: that was home for Danny. . . . All he needed was a cellphone or I-access, or both at once, or even just a plan to leave wherever he was and go someplace else really really soon.