George MacDonald Quotes

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.

I'm living in L.A. but my heart's in Vancouver.

Philosophy is really nostalgia, the desire to be at home.

We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.

She is Cuba. If you want to love her, you have to be with her, but you can't be with her in her current state. It's the point of view of all exiles - you have to leave the thing you cherish most.

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

I get homesick.

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

I remember being this little girl missing her daddy and living so far away in France and from anything that was familiar to me. I felt so different and so isolated. When you're removed from everything that's familiar, you realize who you are.

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

Austin is such a free and creative place, but I can't enjoy it as much because everyone I love is back in L.A.

I have to live within my memories, within my private universe, and continually return to China, the land where my thoughts are locked. This is a very painful kind of existence, this feeling of nowhereness.

When memories fade, can one ever really return home?

Even though I live in America more, I feel like when I go to Adelaide, that's when I get to go home.

If I knew I could never come back to Ireland, to England, I think I'd fall off the tree.

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.

I know what it's like to be in one place and dream of another. I also know what it's like to feel that nostalgia is a fairly useless thing because it is stasis.

Nostalgia is eternal for Americans. We are often displaced from our origins and carry anxious memories of that lost past. We fear losing our bearings.

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 wish I had never left England

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

When I was a kid, I was so homesick at all times.

South Bend is a nice town, but you know that phrase - 'I was homesick even when I was home.'

Homesickness is universal. But Neapolitan homesickness goes back further than the accidents of domicile. It is nostalgia for love and loss themselves, a soul-sickness caused by the very idea of leaving.