Quotes About Identity

A home to come back to every day of their lives. Where they would all belong or long to be. A place on the Jellicoe Road.

During Breaking The Waves, I was on my own in a hotel room. I think I would have been impossible to live with. When you go home, you have to pretend to be the person you are at home.

This is what happened when one left one's home - pieces of oneself scattered all over the world, no one place ever completely satisfied, always a nostalgia for the place left behind.

Home pulls. It draws you back to tell you you don't belong.

For those who are lost, there will always be cities that feel like home.

That's not what I'm looking forward to, just being home and just kind of not really sure kind of what to do with myself.

Home is a complex and resonant idea.

Home is wherever I go.

My job is my own only land.

My problem might be that even if I did go home, I wouldn't belong there, among people who give without thinking and care without trying.

Our powerful hunger for myth is a hunger for community. The person without a myth is a person without a home...To be a member of one's community is to share in its myths.

I came to America to make it my home, and I did.

Somalis have made my city of Wilmington, Delaware, [ their home ] on a smaller scale. There is a large, very identifiable Somali community.

I'd feel more comfortable talking to the blacks, or Hispanics, or the poor areas. I feel more at home, believe it or not.

I will not leave the Republican Party, ... The Republican Party is my home.

The homes here are almost identical, but not quite, full of people almost identical, but not quite.

New York, oh my God, in my early 20s. I felt, this is home, this is really where I belong.

I am home because I am a writer, but sometimes, when I'm not productive (productivity: the expectations of capitalism), I feel like a terrible housewife, or a sick person.

England was never my home. I had a home there but Dublin is my home so leaving Ireland was the hardest thing I had to do.

New York is an ugly city, a dirty city... But there is one thing about it. Once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough.

I've finally found my home - as Lt. Frank Drebin.

But where, after we have made the great decision to leave the security of childhood and move on into the vastness of maturity, does anybody ever feel completely at home?

I've always felt like a foreigner wherever I've lived. I don't feel much towards my Italian or Scottish roots, although I do cook the pasta at home.

Home, I learned, can be anywhere you make it. Home is also the place to which you come back again and again.