Megan McCafferty Quotes

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.

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

I loved New York, but I never quite felt like New York was my home either.

I had spent my whole life feeling homesick. The only difference between the two of us was that I didn't know what or where home was.

Many nights, I longed for home. But it occurred to me as I struggled for a feeling of comfort and safety: I have no idea where home is.

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.

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.

I never really felt like I belonged in California.

I don't think I'll ever escape the fact that I don't belong anywhere in particular. I've often dreamed about going back to Nigeria, but that's a very romantic notion. It's a hideous country to go to in reality.

I always miss New York when I leave it.

If I could live anywhere else in the world, I would probably want a place back in New York.

I never had a sense of home.

I miss everyone. I can remember being young and feeling a thing and identifying it as homesickness, and then thinking well now that’s odd, isn’t it, because I was home, all the time. What on earth are we to make of that?

If you go anywhere, even paradise, you will miss your home.

All I ever want is to return to either Bangladesh, my motherland, or India, my adopted home.

I've always been an outsider. Even in London. If I returned to Scotland, I'd feel a complete foreigner.

When memories fade, can one ever really return home?

Once a refugee, always a refugee. I can't ever remember not being all right wherever I was, but you don't give your whole allegiance to a place or want to be entirely identified with the society you're living in.

Even though I live in America more, I feel like when I go to Adelaide, that's when I get to go home.

I start really missing London when I go away. I have a little flat, but very central. I live above a pub and you'd think it'd be a nightmare, but I like hearing the music and it's quite comforting.

I loved living in London, and I didn't want to leave.

All my life, I never really felt comfortable anywhere in New York, except maybe in an apartment somewhere.

I'm very attracted to exile literature - particularly Nabokov - exactly because the idea of being away from home for any serious length of time is so inconceivable to me.

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

Nostalgia is eternal for Americans. We are often displaced from our origins and carry anxious memories of that lost past. We fear losing our bearings.