He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.
A photo frame with many pictures is the best present ever for a long trip. I can almost feel all those moments..
Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.
Because I think people must be the same everywhere. Only these people are in my bones.
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...
I used to think it was mere homesickness, then I started getting it at home.
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...
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...
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...
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 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...
He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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.
Never complete. Never whole.White skin and an African soul.
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.
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...
There is no home as comfortable as your father’s arms and no bed as soft as your mother’s lap.
Amidst the chaos of the cities, a part of you always yearns for the silence of the woods.
Heart thoughts are profound, hindsight aches and hope is obscure. I’m craving a great adventure — one that leads me back home.
…the longer she had lived away, the more she realized that nowhere became home… though everywhere had.
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