Quotes About Longing

We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.

Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you've never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.

Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

The fabric of my faithful love No power shall dim or ravel Whilst I stay here - but oh, my dear, If I should ever travel!

I've been homesick for countries I've never been, and longed to be where I couldn't be.

I desperately want a dog, but I've been told I travel too much, and I'm not allowed to have a dog.

The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying 'anywhere but here'.

Now, they say that New Zealand is beautiful and I do not know -- because after 22 hours on a plane any landmass would be beautiful.

I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.

I would love you all the day, every night we would kiss and play, if with me you'd fondly stray, over the hills and far away.

Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent.

Can't go on singing the same theme, 'cause baby, can't you see, we've got everything going on? Every time you go away, you take a piece of me with you.

I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would.

Traveling would be quite perfect if only one could go home at night.

I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee.

I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay.

Russia is the only country of the world you can be homesick for while you're still in it.

I know what wanting and craving adventure feels like, I can really relate to that.

...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.

Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely, nothing else to do but close my mind. I sure hope the road don't come to own me, there's so many dreams I've yet to find. But you're so far away.

There are places one comes home to that one has never been to.

I felt the tributaries of his veins, wished to enter into his bloodstream, travel there, dissolved and bodiless, to take refuge in the thick walled chambers of his heart.