But to mourn, that's different. To mourn is to be eaten alive with homesickness for the person. — Olive Ann Burns Copy Share Image
“Gnostic tales tell of the homesickness of the soul, its yearning for its own milieu…” — Thomas Moore Copy Share Image
“I don’t think the homesickness of a perpetual wanderer can ever be quenched.” — Sasha Martin Copy Share Image
“Give me homesickness. Flash. Give me nostalgic childhood yearnings. Flash.” — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in. — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
Homesickness is a bit like seasickness. You don't know how awful it is unti you get it, and when you do, it… — Roald Dahl Copy Share Image
Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
My wife and I often visit Rosales and the Ilokos as a matter of habit or whim induced by nostalgia, homesickness -… — F. Sionil Jose Copy Share Image
“Sprawled out on the photographer’s mattress with my clothes lying in a heap somewhere in the kitchen, I pull the waistband of… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“Ah, Harry, we have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
We have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us.… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
“It's the land of my ancestors. I need to set my feet on that soil and see how I feel. I have… — Ruth Behar Copy Share Image
For me, having a gender identity that was different from my sex assigned at birth and that wasn't seen by society felt… — Sarah McBride Copy Share Image
The bible never belittles disappointment, but it does add one key word: temporary - What we feel now, we will not always… — Philip Yancey Copy Share Image
“Lying half-asleep in his embrace, I looked up and saw on his face the same expression I saw on countless lonely faces… — Kien Nguyen Copy Share Image
...there was cement in her soul. It had been there for a while, an early morning disease of fatigue, shapeless desires, brief… — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Copy Share Image
He shifted over without comment, lifting the blankets, and I scrambled into the warm sheets beside him. He smelled like soap and… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
Art is a means of memorialization of the past, a record of a rapidly vanishing world; a means of exorcising, at least… — Joyce Carol Oates Copy Share Image
when people go away, or when we leave the places we love, or something we treasure goes out of our life -… — Nan Fairbrother Copy Share Image
Concepts, like individuals, have their histories and are just as incapable of withstanding the ravages of time as are individuals. But in… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“I initially discovered hiraeth on social media, and it made me suck in my breath as something stirred deep within me. It's… — Karpov Kinrade Copy Share Image
Her blog was doing well, with thousands of unique visitors each month, and she was earning good speaking fees, and she had… — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Copy Share Image
“Still, he could feel a fine cord stretched between them, a thin luminous fiber that ran from his chest all the way… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
I'm always telling myself I don't have many feelings. Even when something does affect me I'm only moderately moved. I almost never… — Herta Muller Copy Share Image
“I'm not unhappy, for the most part, although I do think there is a certain emptiness and meaningless that I feel, sort… — M.E. Thomas Copy Share Image
Art schools are partly the villain here. (Never mind that I teach in them.) This generation of artists is the first to… — Jerry Saltz Copy Share Image
It is with a rush of home-sickness that the thought of death presents itself… Such sentiment is the eternal stock of all… — Walter Pater Copy Share Image
“His familiar husky voice sent a wave of wistfulness through me. A thousand memories spun in my head, tangling together- a rocky… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
The window opened in the same direction as the king's, and there, summer-bright and framed by the darkness of the stairwell, was… — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share Image
“What the soul hardly realizes is that, unbeliever or not, his loneliness is really a homesickness for God.” — Hubert Van Zeller Copy Share Image
