yearning for familiar surroundings Quotes

One's home is like a delicious piece of pie you order in a restaurant on a country road one cozy evening - the best piece of pie you have ever eaten in your life - and can never find again. After you leave home, you may find yourself feeling homesick, even if you have a new home that has nicer wallpaper and a more efficient dishwasher than the home in which you grew up.

But enough is enough. One turns at last even from glory itself with a sigh of relief. From the depths of mystery, and even from the heights of splendor, we bounce back and hurry for the latitudes of home.

Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto

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.

It can be scary to be everywhere else for a long time. I always feel that I'm safe at home, near my family.

At this moment, my soul is in Lebanon, my heart in Paris, and my body in New York.

Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

I'm sort of a cavedweller: I miss my house, my yard, my kitchen, my wife. The trees. When I get home, I like to get down into my office neighborhood as soon as I can.

There's a lot of landscape I never would have described if I hadn't been homesick. The impulse was nostalgia.

...you can hate a place with all your heart and soul and still be homesick for it.

That night I looked up at those same stars, but I didn't want any of those things. I didn't want Egypt, or France, or far-flung destinations. I just wanted to go back to my life from my childhood, just to visit it, and touch it, and to convince myself that yes, it had been real.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams

You're always homesick.

I suppose everybody must be always just a little homesick.

All that is within me cries out to go back to my home on the Hudson River