Quotes About Return

There is no mile as long the final one that leads back home.

The moment you've uttered the exact dimensionality of your exile, you're already turning towards home.

Wherever I fly from my own dear nest, I always come back, for home is the best.

In terms of distance, the prodigal's pigsty is the farthest point from home; in terms of time, the pigsty is the shortest distance to the father's house.

The way back is always shorter.

Entering Malibu, I was overwhelmed by a feeling of nostalgia and long lost sadness, like seeing a home I had left a long time ago and had returned to.

You must go on a long journey before you can really find out how wonderful home is.

Let those only return to their homes who are called by the imperative duties which they owe to their families, and those who by their glorious wounds have deserved the credit of their country.

our longing is our pledge, and blessed are the homesick, for they shall come home.

Your heart is your home, and all roads lead to home.

I was born a long way from where I belong and I am on my way home.

You don't have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.

Finding your way doesn't mean you always know where you're going. It's knowing how to find your way back home that's important.

I long for home, long for the sight of home.

Going home must be like going to render an account.

...we were back at home, and I had returned to that reassuring but profoundly unsatisfactory state known as 'being in one's right mind.

This was nostalgia in the literal Greek sense: the pain of not being able to return to one's home and family.

I went to the store and bought lady fingers, when I got home I noticed one of the fingers was missing so I went back to the store and the manager was nice enough to give me the finger.

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.

Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!

Home is the place that goes where you go, yet it welcomes you upon your return. Like a dog overjoyed at the door. We've missed you is what you hear, no matter how long you've been gone.

Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened. He was home again.

Girls have to go somewhere dangerous every now and then just so they know they can find their way home.