Emily Giffin Quotes

Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.

Through my college years, topping that ridge had always given me a great sense of being home, but time had diminished the emotion and I had begun to suspect that home was less a place than an empty page.

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.

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

Mumbai is where my heart is. This is home.

There are places one comes home to that one has never been to.

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

Home, I learned, can be anywhere you make it. Home is also the place to which you come back again and again.

Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.

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.

Construed as turf, home just seems a provisional claim, a designation you make upon a place, not one it makes on you. A certain set of buildings, a glimpsed, smudged window-view across a schoolyard, a musty aroma sniffed behind a garage when you were a child, all of which come crowding in upon your latter-day senses -- those are pungent things and vivid, even consoling. But to me they are also inert and nostalgic and unlikely to connect you to the real, to that essence art can sometimes achieve, which is permanence.

When I dig back through memory cells, I get one particularly distinctive feeling-and that's one of warmth, comfort and well-being. For whatever else I may have had, or lost, or will find-I've still got a hometown. This, nobody's gonna take away from me.

Home is where the heart is, we say, rubbing the flint of one abstraction against another.

I liked the place I came from. But a lot of what I liked about it was that I had come from there.

So, you see, my heart is held forever by this place," she said. "I cannot leave.

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.

But I believe above all that I wanted to build the palace of my memory, because my memory is my only homeland.

I feel perhaps my heart is still in China.

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

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.

Vermont will always be my home in my heart, but I really love L.A.

I love Perth. It is my home, and no matter where I am in the world, Perth is where my heart is.

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.