Quotes About Homecoming

That last stretch of the journey from Toronto to Crow Lake always takes me by the throat. Partly it's the familiarity; I know every tree, every rock, every boggy bit of marshland so well, that even though I almost always arrive after dark I can feel them around me, lying there in the darkness as if they were my own bones.

A marriage is at its best at an altitude of thirty-five thousand feet on its way home from vacation.

Coming home at last At the end of the year I wept to find My old umbilical cord.

If you land on the moon, you still have to get home.

If there is no fog on the day you come home I will build a bonfire So the smoke will make the cedars look the way you like them

And [he] sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him and it was still hot

Joseph and I arrived at Edward's

The nice thing about being away from home is the feeling of excitement when returning to it!

It was no place, Ryan thought, to come home to. ???

I would pick them when they bloomed. And when she called me home for supper, I'd place them in her hair and the contrast would take my breath away.

I'm Sgt. Gee Santini of the US Air Force, and we're here to take you home, Ma'am.

Em criança não nos despedimos dos lugares. Pensamos que voltamos sempre. Acreditamos que nunca é a última vez.

Quem parte treme, quem regressa teme.

O bom do caminho é haver volta. Para ida sem vinda basta o tempo.

Everyone dreams of dropping out of the world once in a while. Then you get in the car and drive back home.

If feels good to live after death. It feels good to not be dead. It feels so good to find myself alive and flying home. The music plays in my ears and I float further and further away from war. Fucking Baghdad.

Death does not come when the body is too exausted to live.Death comes because the brilliance inside of us can only be contained for so long.We do not die.We pass on.Pass on the life burning through our throats.When you leave me, I will not cry for you.I will run into the strongest wind I can find and welcome you home.

But just as soon as this war's over and finished with,I'll get back home and marry her.I've grown up with her, Joey, known her all my life. S'pose I know her almost as well as I know myself, and I like her a lot better.

Dee kromp in elkaar en probeerde zich zo klein mogelijk te maken. 'Meesters,' zei hij. 'Vergeef me.' Het paar negeerde hem. Ze staarden naar de tweeling. 'Sophie,' zei de man. 'Josh,' zei de vrouw. 'Mam... pap,' zei de tweeling in koor. Het paar maakte een buiging. 'Hier heten we Isis en Osiris. Welkom in Danu Talis, kinderen. Welkom thuis.

One of the essential paradoxes of Advent: that while we wait for God, we are with God all along ,that while we need to be reassured of God's arrival, or the arrival of our homecoming, we are already at home. While we wait, we have to trust, to have faith, but it is God's grace that gives us that faith. As with all spiritual knowledge, two things are true, and equally true, at once. The mind can't grasp paradox; it is the knowledge of the soul.

This magnificent refuge is inside you. Enter. Shatter the darkness that shrouds the doorway. Step around the poisonous vipers that slither at your feet, attempting to throw you off your course. Be bold. Be humble. Put away the incense and forget the incantations they taught you. Ask no permission from the authorities. Slip away. Close your eyes and follow your breath to the still place that leads to the invisible path that leads you home.

I went to work the next day out of curiosity, as people return to their villages after the war to see what is left.

I'll go back. I'll go back through that Kruger Park. After the war, if there are no bandits any more, our mother may be waiting for us. And maybe when we left our grandfather, he was only left behind, he found his way somehow, slowly, through the Kruger Park, and he'll be there. They'll be home, and I'll remember them.

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.