Quotes About Returning

For many of the men, returning home meant reaching for some kind of "normal" that remained stubbornly out of reach. There wasn't any notion of "post-traumatic stress" or counseling. Doctors admonished the survivors to just forget about the experience and move on. A good fraction did just that, starting careers as firemen, policemen, salesmen, and engineers. Despite the ministrations of parents and wives, others faltered and stumbled.

My town had grown and changed and my friend along with it. Now returning, as changed to my friend as my town was to me, I distorted his picture, muddied his memory. When I went away I had died, and so became fixed and unchangeable. My return caused only confusion and uneasiness.

I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy den, and none returning.

I felt clueless and nervous--pretty much the same way I'd been feeling ever since I came back from Italy.

The churches delivering experiences that exceed guests' expectations are those to which people return, again and again, until they're no longer guests but full-fledged members of the church community. When a guest thinks "Wow!" it is because he or she feels affirmed and valued. The church has said, "You matter." Accepting

That is the returning to God which in reality is never concluded on earth but yet leaves behind in the soul a divine home sickness, which never again ceases.

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

Não sei se tenho mais felicidade que tu: possuo uma casa para onde regressar. Tenho os meus pais, tenho os círculos onde me confirmo igual àquilo que os outros esperam de mim. Os que me amam aceitaram que eu tivesse partido. Mas exigem que volte a mesma, reconhecível, como se a viagem fosse um caso passageiro.

I'd forgotten it was these people I was coming back to: these views, that synagogue full of small, cramped minds, grown twisted through lack of sunlight.

There is nothing like returing to a place that remains uncganged to find how you yourself have altered.

They staggered and stumbled, wounded but triumphant, singing the old Welsh folk song "Ar Lan y Môr." And if there was something odd about returning from battle singing about lilies, rosemary, rocks, and—for some reason he'd never fathomed—eggs, of all things, by the sea, well, then the three of them made it sound pretty good and only he and Beauclaire knew Welsh.

I promised to keep on going but maybe keep on going means coming back first.

What do you think it's worth, Lassiter, finding and returning the priceless heritage of a nation?" "How about a Boy Scout merit badge and a thank-you note from Yeltsin?" Above us

Just then Saul was returning from the field, behind his oxen. “What troubles the people?” asked Saul. “Why are they weeping?” And they relayed to him the words of the men from Jabesh.