Earl Sweatshirt Quotes

To love is to return to a home we never left, to remember who we are.

Just keep coming home to yourself, you are the one who you've been waiting for.

He traveled in order to come home.

Yes, your home is your castle, but it is also your identity and your possibility to be open to others.

It's not about finding a home so much as finding yourself.

I needed to run away in order to come home.

At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one's lost self.

I feel like I've never had a home, you know? I feel related to the country, to this country, and yet I don't know exactly where I fit in... There's always this kind of nostalgia for a place, a place where you can reckon with yourself.

Running is the one part of my life in which I fundamentally feel like the observer instead of the observed.

When I come home, I'm just Maisie, and everywhere I go, I'm just Maisie!

I don't really think of Minnesota when I think of home.

You have to know that your real home is within.

I had many years where I just worked from film to film to film. And then all of a sudden I went: "Where did I put my bags down? Where's my little place I call home?"

A man can be himself only so long as he is alone.

Everything must belong somewhere. I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.

Home is the place you return to when you have finally lost your soul. Home is the place where life is born, not the place of your birth, but the place where you seek rebirth. When you no longer have to remember which tale of your own past is true and which is an invention, when you know that you are an invention, then is the time to seek out your home. Perhaps only when you have come to understand that can you finally reach home.

That's what the American odyssey is really about: Leaving home. Leaving home and coming home, and trying to understand the difference.

We may act sophisticated and worldly but I believe we feel safest when we go inside ourselves and find home, a place where we belong and maybe the only place we really do.

Paradise was always over there, a day’s sail away. But it’s a funny thing, escapism. You can go far and wide and you can keep moving on and on through places and years, but you never escape your own life. I, finally, knew where my life belonged. Home.

I was trying to find a new home in the world.

My name is October Christine Daye; I live in a city by the sea where the fog paints the early morning, parking is more precious than gold, and Kelpies wait for the unwary on street corners. Neither of the worlds I live in is quite mine, but no one can take them away from me. I did what had to be done, and I think I may finally be starting to understand what's important. It's all about finding the way home, wherever that is. I plan on finding out. I have time.

Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one.

You know, you spend your whole life feeling like you don't quite fit in anywhere. And then you walk into a room one day, whether it's at university or an office or some kind of club, and you just go, 'Ah. There they are.' And suddenly you feel at home.

(Home is) a place we carry inside ourselves, a place where we welcome the unfamiliar because we know that as time passes it will become the very bedrock of our being.

Every man needs a place to go to.