Monica Potter Quotes

I really miss the Australian lifestyle and being around my friends and family.

I could feel it in my bones, how I missed the heat of my country and the love of my family.

There's no place like home. And I do miss my home.

I miss my family, and I miss the New Jersey beaches. They have beaches here in L.A., but they aren't the same.

I go to many different places many times, but I miss my house constantly.

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

I would have loved to have cracked America. When I tried, I got homesick. Then, when I was in New York, my nanna died, and I just wanted to come home.

I feel so at home in New York that I don't have the urge to write about it.

I enjoy being in Toronto - there's lots of energy, lots of neat different neighbourhoods - but Vancouver is still home and always will be. I miss going for walks on the ocean with beautiful mountains.

I miss England. I miss the weather. I've spent moss of the last 25 years on tour. I'm ready to come home.

Paris is beautiful, but nothing beats home.

I never used to get homesick when I first moved to L.A.

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.

It was hard to be away from home, but I am glad that I am home now.

I missed my home - like the physicality of my home, I missed my friends and my family mostly and just hanging out and being in your home country - culturally it feels right and that is what I miss.

I escaped to New York, and then L.A., but when I dream of home, I still dream of my old house in Holmdel.

It's a nice neighborhood, like the one I left. My home borough is Brooklyn and Queens.

I really missed the East Coast. I love living in Hawaii, but I miss the changing of seasons.

I'm just a Connecticut country boy. The people I've known, the changes of season, the call of the blue jay - when I'm away, all of them haunt me.

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

Honestly, I stay in a lot of hotels, and it makes me miss my bed.

I miss my friends in London, and I really miss New York. But I also miss the stability of staying in one place and being able to just open a drawer if you've run out of sticky tape and chuck a new roll in the holder.

When I was in L.A., I thought I would never leave.

I long for home, long for the sight of home.

It is not because I do not love my adopted land - it is the natural feeling of one far from home, who remembers those happy, carefree days when life flowed at full tide, without responsibility, flashing past one like the drama in a fascinating story of adventure and romance.