Rod Serling Quotes

There's always something about home that's special.

There is a great good in returning to a landscape that has had extraordinary meaning in one's life. It happens that we return to such places in our minds irresistibly. There are certain villages and towns, mountains and plains that, having seen them walked in them lived in them even for a day, we keep forever in the mind's eye. They become indispensable to our well-being; they define us, and we say, I am who I am because I have been there, or there.

I’ve learned that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.

I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.

My home is such a powerfully imaginative place that the space is almost irrelevant. I think the house I live at on the Hudson is where I belong because it's the only place where I am that I never think about when I'm leaving.

Many Lexington natives believe they live in a special place, one impossible to leave. I'm not so sure about that - or it's more accurate to say I think a more general truth exists beneath it: the place you first call home stays with you always, whether you remain or go.

I am delighted to be back home in Galway, the place I first came to as a 19-year-old in 1960. It's here where my heart is and will forever be.

Despite the fact that I spend a lot of time in London, Switzerland and New York, Africa is the place I know and love best, and my heart will always lie here.

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

Iowa is always home for me.

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.

It's time to find someplace where I feel like it's home.

It is important for me to feel at home.

Home is memory, home is your history, home is where you work. Some people want to abandon it and become truly local. But the questions are all there.

Home! With what different sensations different people pronounce and hear that word pronounced!

I still love to go back to Mitchell [his home town] and wander up and down those streets. It just kind of reassures me again that there is a place that I know thoroughly, where the roots are deep. Everything had a place, a specific definition.

I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.

The word 'home', it seemed, once learned, was a hard one to forget.

But why had he always felt so strongly the magnetic pull of home, why had he thought so much about it and remembered it with such blazing accuracy, if it did not matter, and if this little town, and the immortal hills around it, was not the only home he had on earth? He did not know. All that he knew was that the years flow by like water, and that one day men come home again.

No matter how nice a hotel is, it's not home.

London is my home... I know what's right and wrong here, and it's nice to have somewhere familiar to go back to.

The thing about coming back to the Bay Area, it's like coming home for me.

I always feel that when I come to Edinburgh, in many ways I am coming home.

Brantford was the fixed point of my universe, growing up. Both sets of grandparents lived there, with various cousins and uncles and aunts, and no matter how far we'd moved off, we came back there for regular visits. In a way no other houses have ever been, my grandparents' houses were 'home,' and the sale of the last of those houses was hard.

Home is one's birthplace, ratified by memory.