Isak Dinesen Quotes

If you go anywhere, even paradise, you will miss your home.

There's no place like home. And I do miss my home.

I long for home, long for the sight of home.

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

I know you've run away - everybody gets the urge to do that some time - but sooner or later you'll want to go home.

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.

It was hard to be away from home, but I am glad that I am home now.

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

I could feel it in my bones, how I missed the heat of my country and the love of my family.

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.

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.

Men dream more about coming home than about leaving.

You're always homesick. There's always something about home that's special. But I'm not a things person. I'm not attached to my things.

I still want to return home whenever I get a chance.

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

Nobody has seen the trekking birds take their way towards such warmer spheres as do not exist, or rivers break their course through rocks and plains to run into an ocean which is not to be found. For God does not create a longing or a hope without having a fulfilling reality ready for them. But our longing is our pledge, and blessed are the homesick, for they shall come home.

And I think a lot of us have fantasies of going back to where we're from, or when we do go back we're so nostalgic about it.

There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.

This was nostalgia in the literal Greek sense: the pain of not being able to return to one's home and family.

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

It's been a great adventure, everything I hoped for. But it's time to go home. I miss my family. I miss the Earth.

I miss England. I miss the weather. I've spent moss of the last 25 years on tour. I'm ready to come home.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.

When memories fade, can one ever really return home?

'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.