Lin Yutang Quotes

If I could go anywhere in the world, that place would be home.

I go to many different places many times, but I miss my house constantly.

You must go on a long journey before you can really find out how wonderful home is.

Every traveler has a home of his own, and he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?

Ever since childhood, when I lived within earshot of the Boston and Maine, I have seldom heard a train go by and not wished I was on it.

I really wish we could stay longer in the countries we visit, but I've been lucky to have visited most of them before, because I've done a tremendous amount of travel.

I've backpacked to countries like Italy and Turkey and observed beautiful scenery, but then I realized that beauty was always very close to me. It is here in Belitung Island, where the rivers, beaches and the terrain captivate my attention most.

He traveled in order to come home.

Paris is beautiful, but nothing beats home.

I am travelling half the year around the world, every year, so coming home is one of the most beautiful things.

For me, going to London is like coming home. In fact, I've often entertained the idea of ending my days there.

I go to Scotland maybe three times a year, and I love it. When I'm at home, I feel at home, I feel myself, I feel connected.

Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space, but when you return, it's the same old place.

I love Toronto. I love it. I love Toronto. I love Canada. I can't wait to get back. Can't wait to have some Timbits.

Paris is one of the most beautiful places in all the world. Unfortunately, I was so homesick I couldn't appreciate its beauty.

You're traveling all over the world but to be home is something special.

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

You travel life has the aspect of a dream. It is something outside the normal, yet you are in it. It is peopled with characters you have never seen before and in all probability will never see again. It brings occasional homesickness, and loneliness, and pangs of longing ... But you are like the Vikings who have gone into a world of adventure, and home is not home until you return.

Only the traveling is good which reveals to me the value of home and enables me to enjoy it better.

If you get far enough away you'll be on your way back home.

The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood

Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea; Over snow by winter sown, And through the merry flowers of June, Over grass and over stone, And under mountains of the moon. Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star, Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar. Eyes that fire and sword have seen And horror in the halls of stone Look at last on meadows green And trees and hills they long have known

People dreamed. People left. And they all came back.

Maybe at the heart of all our traveling is the dream of someday, somehow, getting Home.