Quotes About Homecoming

I'm very excited to bring my world title home to Nashville in my second title defense.

I'm back, boys and girls! back from the pink padded couch palace!

More than anything, it was the blue dolphins that took me back home.

And he arose and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him. (Luke 15:20)

You are back, Cam. Which means for the first time since you left, it's okay for us to be mad at you for leaving. - Macey

I go back to South Africa at least once a year, sometimes twice, and usually for a month. And probably, I'm guessing, I'll spend more time back there as I get older.

Australia is a phenomenally beautiful country, and every time I go away and come back, it never ceases to amaze me.

I been away a long time.

I walked home, seeing all my doubt from the other side. Have you ever seen that? Like when you go on holiday. On the way back, everything is the same but it looks a little different than it did on the way. It's because you're seeing it backwards.

Returning and being let in: Two very different things.

All the poems of the poet who has entered into his poethood are poems of homecoming.

It was raining when Rahel came back to Ayemenem. Slanting silver ropes slammed into loose earth, plowing it up like gunfire. The old house on the hill wore its steep, gabled roof pulled over its ears like a low hat.

It was raining when Rahel came back to Ayemenem. Slanting silver ropes slammed into loose earth, ploughing it up like gun-fire.

Llovía el día en que Rahel regresó a Ayemenem. Hilos de plata inclinados se incrustaban en la blanda tierra y la levantaban como si fueran balas de fusil.

children, and the war with Pakistan began, Ammu left her husband and returned, unwelcomed, to her parents in Ayemenem.

She stood in quiet excitement when the boat sailed back and she saw the city growing again to meet her. She stretched her arms wide. The city expanded, to her elbows, to her wrists, beyond her fingertips. Then the skyscrapers rose over her head, and she was back… ---Dominique.

A journey is a dismal thing when there can be no homecoming.

It is the night sea journey that allows us to free the energy trapped in these cast-off parts—trapped in what Marion would call "the shadow." The goal of this journey is to reunite us with ourselves. Such a homecoming can be surprisingly painful, even brutal. In order to undertake it, we must first agree to exile nothing.

The men of Easy Company lined the rails to see the Statue of Liberty slip astern. For nearly every one of them, it was his first trip outside the United States. A certain homesickness set in, coupled with a realization, as the regimental scrapbook Currahee put it, of "how wonderful the last year had been.

Jake went in, aware that he had, for the first time in three weeks, opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side. A bell jingled overhead. The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.

All paths eventually lead home.

The reason I love my dog so much is because when I come home, he's the only one in the world who treats me like I'm the Beatles.

What puts you on the road is your desire to enjoy. What brings you home is being in love

you made us feel safe. And loved. I liked you being there every day when we came home.