Quotes About Homecoming

Having left Toronto on the morning train, they were in Charlottetown by mid-afternoon. Jane saw dad the moment she stepped off the train . . . grinning and saying, "Excuse me, but your face seems familiar. Are you by any chance . . ." but Jane had hurled herself at him. They had never been parted . . . she had never been away at all. The

It's funny, leaving a place, ain't it? he said. You never do know when you'll get back.

It's funny, leaving a place, ain't it?" he said. "You never do know when you'll get back.

It's good to get away from Washington and back here in the United States.

All right, cow patties, I say we forget about why we're in this town, the new addition to the family, and what lies ahead, and invite a few of these hometown fillies to our table and see what happens.

Yeah, I'm just a medical marvel, and I'm taking my marvelous ass home.

Amy read Ovid and Virgil and Aristophanes and Homer. She read dry histories and scandalous love poetry (her governesses, who had little Latin and less Greek, naïvely assumed that anything in a classical tongue must be respectable), but mostly she returned again and again to The Odyssey. Odysseus had fought to go home, and so would Amy.

Guidando verso casa sono quasi una ragazza vera.

I don't think my Dad was ready for me to come back home, either. I think it had been a long time since he was forced to make conversation at the kitchen table over coffee, especially with the person who had been canceling out his vote in every single election since the mid-eighties.

I might add that one short novel of Schnitzler's, Casanova's Homecoming, was on the shelves of my parents' library, and I had the great good fortune to read it at an impressionable age.

On the return trip home, gazing through 240,000 miles of space toward the stars and the planet from which I had come, I suddenly experienced the universe as intelligent, loving, harmonious.

I lost an arm on my last trip home. My left arm.

With every step he took in Africa, Stanley planned how to tell the story once he got home. In a twentieth-century way, he was always sculpting the details of his own celebrity.

When dams were erected on the Columbia, salmon battered themselves against the concrete, trying to return home. I expect no less from us. We too must hurl ourselves against and through the literal and metaphorical concrete that contains and constrains us, that keeps us from talking about what is most important to us, that keeps us from living the way our bones know we can, that bars us from our home. It only takes one person to bring down a dam.

Elle y évoque à merveille ce malaise que l'on ressent lorsqu'on revient chez ses parents après avoir quitté non seulement le domicile familial mais aussi la famille et le monde auxquels, malgré tout, on continue d'appartenir, et ce sentiment déroutant d'être à la fois chez soi et dans un univers étranger

finalmente mi madre volvió a mudarse con ella: en efecto, cuando cumplió dieciocho años intentó volver a casa de su madre. Quien la acogió. Quien "volvió a aceptarla", según decía. Mi madre le perdonó todo. Estaba feliz de haber vuelto a formar parte de la familia. Pero nunca olvidó el desapego que su madre había demostrado hacia ella y que la angustia causada por la guerra no alcanzaba a justificar.

C'est beau, j'ai dit. – Oui. Je n'aurais jamais dû partir. – Si. Comme ça tu es revenu. Il

There is nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home. When you've lost it all, that's when you finally realize that life is beautiful.

Send me out into another life. But get me back for supper.

It was like coming home after you'd been gone a long, long time. It held a million promises of summer and of what just might be.

The air tasted just the same, smelled just the same. The wind making my hair feel sticky, the salty sea breeze, all of it felt just right. Like it had been waiting for me to get there.

I ran up to the front door, and I didn't have to turn around to know that Cam would wait until I was inside before he drove away.

How come you never dated anybody?" I shrug. "I don't know...because nobody ever asked?" "Bullshit. I know for a fact that Martinez asked you to homecoming and you said no.

and the whole drive home the air smells like Christmas morning.