Yearning for Familiarity Quotes

We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes...

The years rolled slowly past and I found myself alone. Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home.

And, hungry for the old, familiar ways, I turned aside and bowed my head and wept.

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.

The impulse for much writing is homesickness. You are trying to get back home, and in your writing you are invoking that home, so you are assuaging the homesickness.

The moment you’ve uttered the exact dimensionality of your exile, you’re already turning towards home.

Nostalgia is when you want things to stay the same. I know so many people staying in the same place.

It's all the same, only the names will change, everyday it seems we're wasting away. Another place, where the faces are so cold, I'd drive all night just to get back home.

When I was young, I was the kid who would call my dad from a slumber party to beg him to come pick me up.

Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul. He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' he said. 'You can never go home.

All I wanted was what I'd already had. That exultation, that love. It was my one real home; I was a visitor everywhere else.

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?

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

Your kids inevitably want to move where they had their vacations when they were younger.