We make a mistake forsaking England and moving out into the periphery of life. After all, Taormina, Ceylon, Africa, America -- as far as we go, they are only the negation of what we ourselves stand for and are: and we're rather like Jonahs running away from the place we belong.
Maybe it's just a personal thing, but I get so much grounding from Iceland because I know it's always going to be there. I have a very happy, healthy relationship with the country, so it's really easy to go everywhere because I always have Iceland to go back to.
Home, to me, is where I am and where I feel most comfortable. Obviously, Malaysia is home. In L.A., my home is my apartment because that's my Malaysia.
I've never been in a place where I've walked in the street and actually feel home, where I don't feel like a refugee.
In the mind, in the heart, I was always home. I always imagined, really, going back home.
I feel like Boston is a second home for me.
I just love home. I just attached to it since I grew up there my entire life.
It always feels good to come back here. I love New York... it's just nice to see a lot of familiar faces.
Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.
Home is not a place, but rather, the people you love
Home is here in London and always has been.
I think a lot of people, even if you're not Asian, you go to your place of origin where your family comes from, and you get this sense of, 'Wow - people look like me and talk like me and treat me like their son in the stores and like a cousin in the restaurants.'
Things down here in Hawaii are similar to Alabama. We go to church every Sunday. People are treated like family there just like here. There are many similarities there, and you want to be somewhere that feels like home, and that's what Alabama feels like.
Whenever I'm with you, I'm home.
You need a village, if only for the pleasure of leaving it. A village means that you are not alone, knowing that in the people, the trees, the earth, there is something that belongs to you, waiting for you when you are not there.
I've always been happy playing in Kansas City.
For more and more of us, home has less to do with a piece of soil than a piece of soul.
We may say we're looking for love, following dreams, chasing the dollar, but aren't we just looking for a place where we belong? A place where our thoughts, feelings, and fears are understood? - Ridley Jones
I feel at home wherever I am, to be honest.
She buried her face in his shoulder. And while the truth still scared her, being in his arms made her feel like the sea finding its shore, like a traveler returning after a long, hard, distant trip-- finally returning home.
It was a beautiful, harmonious, peaceful-looking planet, blue with white clouds, and one that gave you a deep sense of home, of being, of identity. It is what I prefer to call instant global consciousness.
Vegas is exciting, and it's nice to be somewhere on a regular basis rather than just criss-crossing the country. It allows me to have a semblance of a life.
My problem might be that even if I did go home, I wouldn’t belong there, among people who give without thinking and care without trying.
When I look at my own work, I see love, loss, and loneliness. Part of it might be that I was an army brat. I moved around all the time. There was a sense of nothing being permanent.
But where, after we have made the great decision to leave the security of childhood and move on into the vastness of maturity, does anybody ever feel completely at home?
