Susan Estrich Quotes

This house was our dream-the gardens, the study, even the swimming pool. Even though I can't see John when I wake up in the morning, I can always feel him here with me.

Going home is not necessarily a wonderful experience. It always comes with a sense of loss and makes you so conscious of the inexorable passage of time.

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

That is the saddest part when you lose someone you love - that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost? Maybe you lost more maybe less, then thousand different things that come from your memory or imagination - and you do not know which is which, which was true, which is false.

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

You really can't go home again. Sometimes, that's a good thing. Sometimes, when you try, you find out that home isn't really there anymore... but that it wasn't only in your head before. Home actually existed. Home wasn't just a dream. Sometimes, that's the best thing of all.

O Time and change! - with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!

So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?

I'm relating to a period that doesn't exist anymore.

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

'The Asylum Dance' was written after I'd moved back to Scotland and was a response to moving to my old home area of Fife.

You can't really go back to where you came from. I don't think any of us can.

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

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

When memories fade, can one ever really return home?

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

I thoroughly object to getting old. If you could let me be 16 again, I'd give you everything I've got and everything I'll ever have.

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

In the mind, in the heart, I was always home. I always imagined, really, going back home.

It was an outdoor Shakespeare theater that I grew up at. That feels like home, and the place I'm always trying to figure out how to get to.

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 escaped to New York, and then L.A., but when I dream of home, I still dream of my old house in Holmdel.

I once joked in a book that there are three things you can't do in life. You can't beat the phone company, you can't make a waiter see you until he is ready to see you, and you can't go home again. Since the spring of 1995, I have been quietly, even gamely, reassessing point number three.

Oh, definitely and I talk about all the things that I really needed to make me happy at that point in time were outside of Mississippi, and now all the things that I need to make me happy are back there.