Quotes About Longing

How could I go on my travels without that sweet soul waiting at home for my letters?

People of a certain age look back on the Mayberry of 'The Andy Griffith Show' and become almost as homesick for that simple fictional hamlet as they do for their own home towns.

I'll go do films for three or four months and then I can't wait to go home to LA. And I complain about LA left and right, but then I always end up wanting to go home, you know?

I was gutted to leave my boyfriend at home when I started my tour, but taking my pillow was like taking a little bit of him with me.

He spent all night staring down at the lights on L.A., wondering if he ever could go home.

I miss England. I miss the weather. I've spent moss of the last 25 years on tour. I'm ready to come home.

Nothing wrong with wanting to go home.

Take me home," Snow White said. "Take me home instantly. If there is anything worse than being home, it is being out.

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

The Soul is a stranger trying to find a Home somewhere that is not a where.

...how could I, fool that I am, go on sitting in my office, or here at home, instead of leaping onto a train with my eyes shut and opening them only when I am with you?

You're not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not... No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.

Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.

My mistress has come home; at last I've seen her. Now I'm ready to die.

Why don't I watch the ocean?My lover's gone.No earthly ships will ever bring him home againbring him home again.

He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough.

A home to come back to every day of their lives. Where they would all belong or long to be. A place on the Jellicoe Road.

This is what happened when one left one's home - pieces of oneself scattered all over the world, no one place ever completely satisfied, always a nostalgia for the place left behind.

Home pulls. It draws you back to tell you you don't belong.

I miss home badly sometimes. But then I remember there's nothing left to miss anymore. I feel safer here.

However strenuously the world pulls us apart, however long the absence, we are not changed for being dashed upon the rocks. I knew you then, I know you now, I shall know you again when you come home.

Terry Gross. I would rush home from high school to listen to Terry Gross.

I'll go for God, country, and my baby. Sure, as these teardrops burn, I promise to return, and when I'm home, I'll cling to the arms of my baby.

I am wearied, as if I lacked a home to go to.