Quotes about homesickness

My father says you remember the smell of your country no matter where you are but only recognize it when you're far away.

Heart thoughts are profound, hindsight aches and hope is obscure. I'm craving a great adventure -- one that leads me back home.

Home is where you feel more welcome, more secure, have more rights, where you are loved. This place can be any place even away from what you would normally call home.

He wonders what it would be like to belong somewhere and never doubt it.

....he will always live in a place he is not from. For a long time he thought that habit would counter this fact and custom would disguise it. He thought, in the beginning, that such things would not matter in the long run. But they did, they do, they always will.

Sometimes I can’t tell if you hate this place or love it.”“I love its potential. I hate its past. And I don’t like what it is.” She hugs her knees close to her chest. “The way you feel about the place you grew up in is a lot like how you feel about your family.”“How’s that?”She thinks about it for a long time. “Like isn’t the same thing as love.

There is no home as comfortable as your father's arms and no bed as soft as your mother's lap.

I used to think it was mere homesickness, then I started getting it at home.

A postcard and I'm pining for New England. . .

Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.

College isn't half as much fun as they told us it was going to be.""It's not one-hundredth as much fun.

I felt a pang -- a strange and inexplicable pang that I had never felt before. It was homesickness. Now, even more than I had earlier when I'd first glimpsed it, I longed to be transported into that quiet little landscape, to walk up the path, to take a key from my pocket and open the cottage door, to sit down by the fireplace, to wrap my arms around myself, and to stay there forever and ever.

He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.

She was smart and terribly determined, this girl-her will was pure steel, through and through-but she was as human as anyone else. She was lonely, too. Lonely in a way that perhaps only single girls fresh from small Midwestern towns know. Homesickness is not always a vague, nostalgic, almost beautiful emotion, although that is somehow the way we always seem to picture it in our mind. It can be a terribly keen blade, not just a sickness in metaphor but in fact as well. It can change the way one l

Sometimes the only thing that can make someone feel misplaced is the sight of home.

he wished he could have roots spreading under every inch of his lost soil, his beloved lost home, that he could have been part of something, that he could have been himself, walking down the road not taken, living a life in context and not the migrant's hollow journey that had been his fate

She thought it was strange that the mere sensation of savouring the prospect of something could make her think for a while that is must be the prospect of home.

If I was ever glad to have gone, I was never glad to go.

Traveling, she realized, was like a slow dismemberment of the body. It plucked the heart out of her and split it into pieces, leaving a bit behind wherever she went, never to be whole again.

Do you know what the luckiest thing is?’‘No.’‘It is to be at home everywhere.

Homesickness is absolutely nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time. You don't really long for another country. You long for something in yourself that you don't have, or haven't been able to find.

...the longer she had lived away, the more she realized that nowhere became home… though everywhere had.

For this I weep all my daysand throughout my lifetime grievethat I swam from my own landsand came from familiar lands    towards these strange doors    to these foreign gates.

Never complete. Never whole.White skin and an African soul.

I gave way to a wave of home-sickness that almost shames me now when I recollect it. I find it impossible in cold blood, and at this distance, to put into words the longing that shook me. I have forgotten the pain in the neck, but never will I forget the pain in my heart.

There are many sadnesses in the hearts of men who are far away from their countries.

A photo frame with many pictures is the best present ever for a long trip. I can almost feel all those moments..

...not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am.

I'm always telling myself I don't have many feelings. Even when something does affect me I'm only moderately moved. I almost never cry. It's not that I'm stronger than the ones with teary eyes, I'm weaker. They have courage. When all you are is skin and bones, feelings are a brave thing. I'm more of a coward. The difference is minimal though, I just use my strength not to cry. When I do allow myself a feeling, I take the part that hurts and bandage it up with a story that doesn't cry, that doesn

Perhaps the ache of homesickness was a fair price to pay for having so many good people in her life.

You can ache for where you come from, and it's homesickness. A relationship, and it's heartbreak. But is there a word for missing your friends like that?

Love is when you have not been home for three months and call up home and your daughter picks up the phone and says "Papa, I love you!

Sometimes John had recorded new compositions, or lines from his new poems. Sometimes he'd just record a busy night in The Green Man. Sometimes sheep, seals, skylarks, the wind turbine. If Liam were home there would be some Liam. The summer fair. The Fastnet Race. I would unfold my map of Clear Island. Those tapes prised the lid off homesickness and rattled out the contents, but always at the bottom was solace.

Because I think people must be the same everywhere. Only these people are in my bones.

It will no longer be necessary to leave one's own home in order to find work in the surrounding districts, which means spending week after week away from home, for no matter how restless a fellow might be, his own home, if he has a wife he respects and children he loves, has the same satisfying taste as bread, a man's home is not for all hours, but he soon begins to miss it if he does not go back there every day.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.