E. W. Howe Quotes

Chekhov is this poet of melancholy and isolation and of wishing you were somewhere else than where you are.

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

Wrap parties can be really sad, actually, disorienting.

Contemplating Christmas when you are isolated and far from home brings its own unique pain.

I'm homesick all the time. I miss my animals. I miss my family. I miss my friends.

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, It's not warm when she's away, Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, And she's always gone too long, Anytime she goes away.

An' this house just ain't no home, Anytime she goes away.

I get really homesick inside.

For twenty years I have ached to go back home, when there was nobody there to whom I could return.

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

Sittin' here resting my bones, this loneliness won't leave me alone. Two thousand miles I roam, just to make this dock my home. I'm just gon' sit at the dock of the bay, watching the tide roll away. Sittin' on the dock of the bay, wastin' time.

When he was in school he longed to be out, and when he was out he longed to be in. On the way he thought about coming home, and coming home he thought about going. Wherever he was he wished he were somewhere else, and when he got there he wondered why he'd even bothered.

I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.

Where ever I am I always find myself looking out the window wishing I was somewhere else.

I've never really had anybody close to me die. I think the song is about a feeling that I have that, it still applies. It's a feeling of longing, once again.

Just having the pain of being alive without anything else, whether it's good or bad. There's a lot of serious songs on the record, you know. That song is just about feeling like a fish out of water, feeling like you don't belong on the planet sometimes.

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.

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

You create a world away from home and make new rooms for yourself. But when you arrive back home in your old rooms, the world you've made for yourself ceases to be real. Everything seems to crumble. Anyone who's been sent away to boarding school can understand that.

One word I had throughout the first year and a half of my mother's death was 'unmoored.' I felt that I had no anchor, that I had no home in the world.

Homesickness is nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time.

There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery

I understand being alone. I understand not liking it, wishing for something else.

I pity my brother Ferdinand, knowing by my own feelings how sad a thing it is to live apart from one's family.

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