Muriel Spark Quotes

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.

When you finally go back to your old home, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood.

'Homeward Bound.' I find myself listening to that tune a lot when I'm traveling. Sitting in a railway station, wanting to go home, carrying all your stuff with you.

I don't get back to Michigan nearly as much as I'd like to.

So many of my films involve houses or homes that have been abandoned. People trying to get back home. That's an idea that I keep dealing with.

Men dream more about coming home than about leaving.

All that is within me cries out to go back to my home on the Hudson River

To be homeward bound, no matter what tragic memories you have harbored, is unlike any voyage a man can ever make.

There's no sustenance in the past.

I was informed... that some... were dreaming and wished to return.

I don't have a great nostalgia for the past.

The place of my birth, and residence for nearly sixteen years, in the early part of my life, became endeared to my feelings and affections; and more especially so after I had quitted it for an unknown place, and to associate with strangers.

I think anybody who goes away finds you appreciate home more when you return.

But you know, I still had a dream of being able to go back home and tour.

I do miss England. Well, I miss the idea of England, I think. But I haven't been back for years. I probably just miss the past.

To me, my house is always recreating what I lost in youth.

I always take D.C. with me. And I always come back home.

You can never blame somebody for wanting to go home.

I miss Boston so much and want to get back there someday.

Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?

our longing is our pledge, and blessed are the homesick, for they shall come home.

There's a lot of landscape I never would have described if I hadn't been homesick. The impulse was nostalgia.

It becomes increasingly easy, as you get older, to drown in nostalgia.

Of course I think of the past and of Paris, what else is there to remember?