Quotes About Returning

Entering my childhood home is a little disorienting, like reading the end of a novel that I'd started, then abandoned, long ago.

A sadness came over me. Returning to Kabul was like running into an old, forgotten friend and seeing that life hadn't been good to him, that he'd become homeless and destitute.

That's the thing about home, bébé. It'll always be there waiting for you.

First of all, returning from motherhood, I was looking for something lighter, and I wasn't as much attracted to Kate as I was to the relationship between the two people.

We are Americans when we go to war, and when we return, we are Mexicans.

I'm just a girl Jake" "I think you're that, and much, much more." Another long moment. Lily found herself returning his smile, finding her own sense of knowing. And suddenly she felt at ease, a sense of mysterious calm.

Don't get me wrong—I enjoy my real life, but I feel about it much the way I do about New York City, my chosen and adored home: I'm always happy to leave, and I'm always happy to come back.

Know that in returning to your body, you are consenting to be racked by physical pain. Know that in returning to your body, you are consenting to undertake a jarring reimmersion into an altered life. Some Citizen Agents have chosen not to return. They have left their bodies behind, and now they glitter sublimely in the heavens. In the new heroism, the goal is to transcend individual life, with its petty pains and loves, in favor of the dazzling collective.

if only because I was returning to Manhattan. Four years in Cambridge had been a pleasant diversion, but I missed the action and nightlife of the best city in the world.

The myth of the Pujas is a simple one – full of rural sweetness. ... The Pujas are, in part, an ever-returning homage to that magical sense of being rescued, so indispensable to children.

The most dangerous part of lending books lies in the returning. At such times, friendships hang by a thread. I look for agony, ecstasy, for tears, transfiguration, trembling hands, a broken voice - but what the borrower usually says is, "I enjoyed it." I enjoyed it - as if that were what books were for.

I think over the course of 14 films, I'm returning to a place that I know to tell a story... the same way Spielberg returned to fantasy, Lucas returned to the 'Star Wars' saga, or John Ford returned to the western.

I do not see myself returning to Ligue 1. I love the Premier League. I like my life in England.

There is probably no more obnoxious class of citizen, taken end for end, than the returning vacationist.

I challenged that assumption by returning to a full, productive life. I had behaved, Nichols said, as if death was an option.

Something within me is waking from long sleep, and I want to live and move again. Some zest is returning to me, some immense gratefulness for those who love me, some strong wish to love them also. I am full of thanks for life. I have not told myself to be thankful. I am just so.

These were the descendants of the colonials returning now at Britain's hour of need, the moment captured in an immediately famous painting by Bernard Gribble, The Return of the Mayflower.

Every time I go to Veracruz, I feel like, OK, I am back. When my feet go to the ground on the earth, I think, 'This is me, this is home, these are my roots, and now I can go and travel again to wherever you want me to go.'

I like songs that go to different places and then come back.

If we get to a world of digital securities, then there isn't a need for DTC and Cede & Co. anymore. It's a really huge step in returning to clean capital markets.

I was raised in New York and then moved to Miami in my teenage years, returning to New York later on.

I'm excited about going back to 'Today,' but, at odd moments, I'll grit my teeth in anxiety. I feel like a student before the start of school. I've got my new shoes and my book bag, but I'm not sure I'll remember how to do trigonometry. During my maternity leave, I haven't used many words of more than one syllable.

lifetime in the service was like rushing down a narrow corridor, eyes fixed firmly to the front. There was all kinds of enticing stuff off to the sides, which you rushed past and ignored. Now he wanted to take the side trips. He wanted a crazy zigzag, any direction he felt like, any old time he wanted. And returning to the same

They came one at a time or in shy small groups. I remember when sea-kindly showed up, a sentimental favorite, followed by desiccated and massive. Brusque appeared all by itself, which seemed apt; merry and boisterous arrived together. This would be a good time to ask for your patience if I use an adjective too many now and again—even now, some years on, they're still returning. I'm just so glad to see them.