Patricia MacLachlan Quotes

homesickness is just a state of mind for me. i'm always missing someone or someplace or something, i'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. my life has been one long longing.

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

Being away from the game took a toll on my heart.

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.

I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone.

There's no ifs and buts or maybes, you're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my loving.

You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

I miss us, too. I always have, and probably always will

I miss the game - I miss it a lot.

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

I wish I had never left England

I miss the camera each moment and each day.

I know what it is to be out entertaining millions and yet wanting to be home because you miss your loved ones.

You get away from something long enough, you miss it. You get hungry for it.

Every day, I wish there was a moment when I could go back to my house and my land.

I miss Pittsburgh.

I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

McKenna will always be a part of me, no matter where he goes. They say that people who've lost a limb sometimes feel as if they still have it. How many times I've felt that McKenna was still here, and the empty space beside me was alive with his presence." She closed her eyes and leaned forward until her forehead and the tip of her nose touched the cool glass. "I love him beyond reason," she whispered. "He's a stranger to me now, and yet he is still so familiar. I can't imagine a sweeter agony, having him so close.

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.

So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.

It was strange how you didn’t realise how much you loved a place until you had lost it completely.

I missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.

Water is the exile, carried back in cans and flasks, the ghost between your hands and your mouth.

Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.