Pete Sampras Quotes

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

As surely as there is a voyage away, there is a journey home.

Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons.

I like the present and tomorrow

The room shall speak, it must catch me up and hold me, I want to feel that I belong here, I want to hearken and know when I go back to the front line that the war will sink down, be drowned utterly in the great home-coming tide, know that it will then be past for ever, and not gnaw us continually, that it will have none but an outward power over us...Nothing stirs; listless and wretched, like a condemned man, I sit there and the past withdraws itself. And at the same time I fear to importune it too much, because I do not know what might happen then. I am a soldier, I must cling to that.

There is nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home. When you've lost it all, that's when you finally realize that life is beautiful.

It's not enough what I did in the past - there is also the future.

Every night when I go to bed I think, In the morning I will wake up in my own house and things will be back the way they were. It hasn’t happened this morning, either.

I'm home and safe and filled with the comfort of being somewhere I've already been. The ruckus of homecoming is brutally enjoyable and everyone makes me feel like a champion. And all I had to do was stay away long enough.

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

There is no feeling like coming home after danger.

Traveling is all very well if you can get home at night. I would be willing to go around the world if I came back in time to light the candles and set the table for supper.

The world is a globe — the farther you sail, the closer to home you are.

The greatest flight I've ever flown was coming home.

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

as roads go, the road home is as good as any.

It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.

I lost an arm on my last trip home.

It is hard to hold on to friendships when people move away to another state or to another world.

A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.

Africa, help me to go home, carry me like an aged child in your arms. Undress me and wash me. Strip me of all of these garments, strip me as a man strips off dreams when the dawn comes. . . .

If you cage a wild thing, you can be sure it will die, but if you let it run free, nine times out of ten it will run back home.