Quotes About Homecoming

I spent some special years in my hometown of El Paso.

Happy the man who, like Ulysses, has made a fine voyage, or has won the Golden Fleece, and then returns, experienced and knowledgeable, to spend the rest of his life among his family!

If you are as happy in entering the White House as I shall feel on returning to Wheatland, you are a happy man indeed.

We've missed you, Jack," she said, "where've you been?" "Running an errand—meeting some locals—partaking of their rich traditions," Jack said. "Can we get out of Germany now, please?

Ski. Sled. Play basketball. Jog. Run. Run. Run. Run home. Run home and enjoy.

And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.  

The short-timers, who'd gone through hell without even a small pee in their pants, were all jittery that something was going to happen before they boarded the freedom bird home. I mean, after you've cheated death for so long, you become paranoid, sure that death had just remembered you were leaving.

God, with a wisdom I can't claim to understand, called you home a long time ago, and the tears I shed that night have never seemed to dry.

To move forward, you have to return home.

When I was 18, I went to the East Coast of America, got mugged, and came straight home.

Before the Colts arrived in 1947, the best athlete in town was a woman duckpin bowler named Toots Barger. Football? The biggest games in Baltimore had been when Johns Hopkins took on Susquehanna or Franklin & Marshall at homecoming.

For me, coming to the national team is like coming home.

This was how one should be welcomed home. With the happy cries of children and family, with the blessings of the natural world.

The sight of London to my exiled eyes Is as Elysium to a new-come soul.

No,' he said. 'There is no pirating. We fly the Stars and Stripes. We call it, Old Glory. We are Americans, and we are waging war as best we can, against tyranny. But I'll keep safe. Oh, I'll keep safe. Until I can come home back for you, and take you to paradise.' *

Why are you only coming home just after three? Do you want a drink? I'm wide awake now.' He could be so like a small child, she thought. Out of nowhere, all eagerness and curiosity.

The father who went off to war was not the one who came home.

The father who went off to war was not the one who came home. She had tried to be loved by him; more important, she had tried to keep loving him, but in the end, one was as impossible as the other.

A generation of men were going off to war. Again. Don't think about it, Vianne told herself. Don't remember what it was like last time when the men limped home, faces burned, missing arms and legs...

The father who went off to war was not the one who came home. She had tried to be loved by him; more important, she had tried to keep loving him, but in the end, one was as impossible as the other. In

she returned to them.

The man who'd come home from war was not the same man who'd boarded the plane for Vietnam.

They are erasing us, and we are helping them. "Because someone should remember. How else will they find their way home?

Just the sight of him brought back everything that was good and homelike to her mind. It was like coming back to her own room after being away a long time with strangers. It was where she belonged.