Quotes About Homecoming

That was the first growth, the heir of all my minutes, the victim of every ramification- more and more it grew green, and gave too much shelter. And now at my homecoming, the barked elms stand up like sticks along the street. I am a foot taller than when I left, and cannot see the dirt at my feet. Yet sometimes I catch my vague mind circling with a glazed eye for a name without a face, or a face without a name, and at every step, I startle them. They start up, dog-eared, bald as baby birds.

There's a land—oh, it beckons and beckons, And I want to go back—and I will.

Their new Master was coming home: the Master thought lost or irrecoverable. The Master who, as younger brother of the previous Master, had been sent off to the priests of Fire, to get rid of him.

Aquélla sería su casa. Aunque para Julián aquel mundo mágico de Sivana era una absoluta novedad, tenía sin embargo la sensación de que era un poco como volver a casa, un regreso a un paraíso que hubiera conocido mucho tiempo atrás. Aquella aldea de rosas no le resultaba

My secret self, the scarecrow-Lacey built of twigs and mud and bark, the Lacey who was made of forest and would someday be summoned home.

The chief quartermaster on the West Coast, Robert Allen, an old friend of Grant's, learned he was holed up in a cheap miner's hotel called "What Cheer House." He found Grant in a spartan garret room furnished with a cot, a pine table, and a chair. "Why, Grant, what are you doing here?" Allen asked. "Nothing," Grant replied. "I've resigned from the army. I'm out of money, and I have no means of getting home.

The living is a passing traveller The dead, a man come home.

SPENCE, THAT DOUR, IMPOSING LADY EAST OF LONDON, has grown a friendly face in my absence. I've never been so happy to see a place in all my sixteen years. Even the gargoyles have lost their fierceness. They are like wayward pets who haven't the sense to come in from the roof and so we let them live there, glaring but cheerful.

Muggles was back.

He sat up in bed, wishing Lily was there. He wouldn't even have needed to touch her, just watching her sleep would have soothed him. Caleb shoved the splayed fingers of his right hand through his hair. He had to go home to Fox Chapel, face Joss, take his place in the family again. He wanted his share of the land and the horses. And he wanted Lily at his side, now and forever. Sweating

It always feels good to come back here. I love New York... it's just nice to see a lot of familiar faces.

Torneranno. È sempre difficile resistere alla tentazione di tornare, non è vero?

Riusciremo, prima o poi, a portar via Achille da quella micidiale guerra. E non saranno la paura né l'orrore a riportarlo a casa. Sarà una qualche, diversa, bellezza, più accecante della sua, e infinitamente più mite. (Postilla di Omero, Iliade)

Praise be to Allah for one long lost from us whom Allah has returned.

You might imagine that the magic stopped at the airport, and to a great extent it did. When we arrived back in London, the skies were overcast and heavy. The bus driver from the airport was morose and unkempt; the streets seemed run-down and dirty, the people sour-faced. But that, I suspect, is how coming home is for everyone; Parisians probably felt the same when they returned from somewhere else.

With soldiers coming home, trained to shoot guns, there was a marked increase in hunting and fishing. Many veterans wanted to take a well-earned month or two for recreation. In 1945, eight million hunting licenses were issued, an increase of one million licenses since the start of the war.

When I leave I always come right back here. The young spitter that everybody in rap fear.

One returns to the place one came from.

By letting go, you allow everything to find it's rightful place. Once free, everything finds its way home.

You know," he said, "sometimes I wish they would do this for us when we come home alive.

You know, sometimes I wish they would do this for us when we come home alive.

WELCOME HOME, FOLKS WE'RE GOING TO MAKE IT

Aztán valahol a végtele kékségben két lélek útjai keresztezik egymást... Å' pedig úgy veszi majd észre egy idegen szemében a saját szíve tükörképét, mint búvár a tenger árnyai közt a gyöngyöt... és akkor tudni fogja, hogy végre az Å' lelke is hazatalált.

Tiger Lily, you're a fool." he said, and kissed her forehead. And despite his size, and the fact that a boy like him was not built to shoulder much of anything, he shouldered her weight, and carried her home.