Quotes About Homesick

Quotes tagged as "homesick" (showing 1-24 of 24)
Annie Proulx
“Everybody that went away suffered a broken heart. "I'm coming back some day," they all wrote. But never did. The old life was too small to fit anymore.”
Annie Proulx, The Shipping News

Sarah Silverman
“My stepfather, John O'Hara, was the goodest man there was. He was not a man of many words, but of carefully chosen ones. He was the one parent who didn't try to fix me. One night I sat on his lap in his chair by the woodstove, sobbing. He just held me quietly and then asked only, "What does it feel like?" It was the first time I was prompted to articulate it. I thought about it, then said, "I feel homesick." That still feels like the most accurate description - I felt homesick, but I was home.”
Sarah Silverman, The Bedwetter: Stories of Courage, Redemption, and Pee

Maggie Stiefvater
“He breathed in. He breathed out.
He forgot how to exhale when he wasn't at home.”
Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

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

Danzy Senna
“You know, I tried not to think of this place. I tried to let it go. To leave it behind. But it always came back to me, in my dreams. I'd dream about these details, these objects and people and places I'd left behind, and I'd wake up crying.”
Danzy Senna

Zechariah Barrett
“Home, he murmured. It’s always the hardest to leave. ...because it gives you the biggest punch in the gut as you’re on your way off. All the memories come flooding in… and you’re left with a feeling of emptiness. You’re homesick before you’re even gone.”
Zechariah Barrett, Beyond Chivalry

Jack Kerouac
“...that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was—I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.”
Jack Kerouac

Mohsin Hamid
“But it wasn't the right season to lift off. Not yet. I sat in my apartment and looked out over the city, and I just didn't feel any passion to write about the place. I didn't give a damn about local politics; I wasn't moved by the issues. I missed home. And I was frustrated by people who actually thought the world was a centre and that centre was here. ‘The world's a sphere, everyone,’ I wanted to say. ‘The centre of a sphere doesn't lie on its surface. Look up the word 'superficial', when you have a chance.”
Mohsin Hamid, Moth Smoke

Christopher Isherwood
“His boredom was like a nostalgia for the whole world. He was homesick for everywhere but here.”
Christopher Isherwood, The Memorial

Tishani Doshi
“With me and India it's all about leaving and returning. Madras is home. It's a very complicated relationship. When you are away too long you get homesick, and when you are there too long you are sick of home.”
Tishani Doshi

“Very good,” she lied. Zoe had learned not to burden loved ones with God’s unwanted children. She had come to America with her gigantic hopes, intending to save money and rescue the sisters who had once rescued her. She wasn’t trying to save the world--just them.”
Michael Benzehabe

سعود السنعوسي
“من أين لي أن أقترب من الوطن و هو يملك وجوها عدة، كلما أقتربت من أحدهاأشاح بنظره بعيدا”
سعود السنعوسي

A.E. Housman
“In my own shire, if I was sad
Homely comforters I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
Sorrowed for the son she bore;
And standing hills, long to remain,
Shared their short-lived comrade's pain.
And bound for the same bourn as I,
On every road I wandered by,
Trod beside me, close and dear,
The beautiful and death-struck year:
Whether in the woodland brown
I heard the beechnut rustle down,
And saw the purple crocus pale
Flower about the autumn dale;
Or littering far the fields of May
Lady-smocks a-bleaching lay,
And like a skylit water stood
The bluebells in the azured wood.

Yonder, lightening other loads,
The season range the country roads,
But here in London streets I ken
No such helpmates, only men;
And these are not in plight to bear,
If they would, another's care.
They have enough as 'tis: I see
In many an eye that measures me
The mortal sickness of a mind
Too unhappy to be kind.
Undone with misery, all they can
Is to hate their fellow man;
And till they drop they needs must still
Look at you and wish you ill.”
A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad

“Zoe rubbed her forehead and grimaced. “America is one toll booth after another. In Noshahr I could park anything in front of our compound, but not in free America. I tried to buy a goat to roast. I am not going to tell you the trouble that caused.”
“You can’t roast goat in America?”
“You can roast,” Zoe said, “but there are certain rules about goats. And it made the neighborhood children cry. The details are too tedious for the telephone.”
Michael Benzehabe

Brenna Ehrlich
“It tugs at me, filling me with the kind of seasick nostalgia that can hit you in the gut when you find an old concert ticket in your purse or an old coin machine ring you got down at the boardwalk on a day when you went searching for mermaids in the surf with your best friend.

That punch of nostalgia hits me now and I start to sink down on the sky-coloured quilt, feeling the nubby fabric under my fingers, familiar as the topography of my hand.”
Brenna Ehrlich, Placid Girl

Karen Russell
“She was right. The purebred girls were making mistakes on purpose, in order to give us an advantage. 'King me,' I growled, out of turn. 'I say king me!' and Felicity meekly complied. Beulah pretended not to mind when we got frustrated with the oblique, fussy movement from square to square and shredded the board to ribbons. I felt sorry for them. I wondered what it would be like to be bred in captivity, and always homesick for a dimly sensed forest, the trees you've never seen.”
Karen Russell, St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves

Danielle Esplin
“It’s all about that cosy, homey feeling, the one you leave behind when you travel across the world.”
Danielle Esplin, Give It Back

Alexander McCall Smith
“There are many sadnesses in the hearts of men who are far away from their countries.”
Alexander McCall Smith, The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency

William Saroyan
“He got up and stalked out of the house, slamming the screen door.
My mother explained.
He has a gentle heart, she said. It is simply that he is homesick and such a large man.”
William Saroyan, My Name is Aram

“It seems like there are so many homesick people in the world. It seems like so many of us live far away from where we were born.”
Silas House & Neela Vaswani, Same Sun Here

S.C. Barrus
“I'm always homesick for the journey,” I had once written in ink speckled script, adding almost as an afterthought, “...no matter what it may hold.”
S.C. Barrus

Jessica Fortunato
“Cricket’s voice broke through Thomas’s memory. He was reading a letter, most likely from his mother. He was trying hard to hide it, but he was tearing up.
“Captain I don’t want to be here,” was all he could choke out. Thomas reached over and gave Cricket’s shoulder a tight squeeze.”
Jessica Fortunato, The Sin Collector: Thomas

Nick Hornby
“It didn't help, reminding herself that if she were back in Blackpool she'd spend the afternoon aching to be in London. It just made her feel that she'd never be happy anywhere.”
Nick Hornby, Funny Girl

Suzanne Rindell
“It dawned on me that no person is as poetically homesick as someone who has come to New York for the first time and glimpsed a small vestige of her home state.”
Suzanne Rindell, Three-Martini Lunch

All Quotes | My Quotes | Add A Quote


Browse By Tag

More...