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“He breathed in. He breathed out.
He forgot how to exhale when he wasn't at home.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

“...that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was—I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.”
― Jack Kerouac

“No, she felt homesick, not for a place, but for a time. Maybe it wasn't homesickness at all. Maybe it was timesickness. She just missed those days when she was younger - seven, six, five, four years old - when she didn't know so much about the world. She missed, most of all, her mother.”
― Matt Haig, The Girl Who Saved Christmas

“Home, he murmured. It’s always the hardest to leave. ...because it gives you the biggest punch in the gut as you’re on your way off. All the memories come flooding inâ€� and you’re left with a feeling of emptiness. You’re homesick before you’re even gone.”
― Zechariah Barrett, Beyond Chivalry

“I wanted my mom, in a way you maybe can’t ever want anyone else. It was primal and sharp and it made me feel like a needle in the haystack of a cold and terrible world. I wanted my mom.”
― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood

“There are many sadnesses in the hearts of men who are far away from their countries.”
― Alexander McCall Smith, The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency

“It tugs at me, filling me with the kind of seasick nostalgia that can hit you in the gut when you find an old concert ticket in your purse or an old coin machine ring you got down at the boardwalk on a day when you went searching for mermaids in the surf with your best friend.

That punch of nostalgia hits me now and I start to sink down on the sky-coloured quilt, feeling the nubby fabric under my fingers, familiar as the topography of my hand.”
― Brenna Ehrlich, Placid Girl

“Zoe rubbed her forehead and grimaced. “America is one toll booth after another. In Noshahr I could park anything in front of our compound, but not in free America. I tried to buy a goat to roast. I am not going to tell you the trouble that caused.â€�
“You can’t roast goat in America?�
“You can roast,â€� Zoe said, “but there are certain rules about goats. And it made the neighborhood children cry. The details are too tedious for the telephone.”
― Michael Benzehabe

“It seems like there are so many homesick people in the world. It seems like so many of us live far away from where we were born.”
― Silas House & Neela Vaswani, Same Sun Here

“He got up and stalked out of the house, slamming the screen door.
My mother explained.
He has a gentle heart, she said. It is simply that he is homesick and such a large man.”
― William Saroyan, My Name Is Aram

“Very good,â€� she lied. Zoe had learned not to burden loved ones with God’s unwanted children. She had come to America with her gigantic hopes, intending to save money and rescue the sisters who had once rescued her. She wasn’t trying to save the world--just them.”
― Michael Benzehabe

“من أين لي أن أقترب من الوطن Ùˆ هو يملك وجوها عدة، كلما أقتربت من أحدهاأشاح بنظره بعيدا”
― سعود السنعوسي

“I'm always homesick for the journey,â€� I had once written in ink speckled script, adding almost as an afterthought, â€�...no matter what it may hold.”
― S.C. Barrus

“The Marquis stepped between Richard and Door. 'You can't go back to your old home or your old job or your old life,' he said to Richard almost gently. 'None of those things exist. Up there, you don't exist.' They had reached a junction: a place where three tunnels came together. Door and Hunter set off along one of them, the one that no water was coming down, and they did not look back. The Marquis lingered. 'You'll just have to make the best of it down here,' he said to Richard, 'in the sewers and the magic and the dark.”
― Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

“It's stupid to think things like that. It just gives you this hollow, achy feeling between your ribs, like you're homesick even though you're already home, and you can't read your magazine anymore because the words are all warped and watery-looking”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

“I take a deep breath, at home and homesick all at the same time.”
― Holly Black

“I had never seen this type of clock, carved from hardwood into the shape of our homeland (...) Some craftsman in exile had understood that this was exactly the timepiece his countrymen desired. We were displaced persons, but it was time more than space that defined us. While the distance to return to our lost country was far but finite, the number of years it would take to close that distance was potentially infinite. Thus, for displaced people, the first question was always about time: When can I return?

Refugee, exile, immigrant â€� whatever species of displaced human we were, we did not simply live in two cultures, as celebrants of the great American melting pot imagined. Displaced people also lived in two time zones, the here and the there, the present and the past, being as we were reluctant time-travelers. But while science fiction imagined time-travelers as moving forwards and backwards in time, this timepiece demonstrated a different chronology. The open secret of the clock, naked for all to see, was that we were only going in circles”
― Viet Thanh Nguyen, The Sympathizer

“It’s all about that cosy, homey feeling, the one you leave behind when you travel across the world.”
― Danielle Esplin, Give It Back

“It dawned on me that no person is as poetically homesick as someone who has come to New York for the first time and glimpsed a small vestige of her home state.”
― Suzanne Rindell, Three-Martini Lunch

“The Germans are sentimental. Their word Heimweh. The English say homesick; the same in plain Swedish. Hemsjuk. Leave it to the Germans to pull out, like some endless elastic belt of horrible sweetness, all that molasses woe.”
― Cynthia Ozick, The Messiah of Stockholm

“Oh Lord! Don't, don't start rhapsodising over that cod again, darling! I can't bear it and I know you are going to!"
She laughed.
"You don't understand. It was because it was so typically English.”
― Georgette Heyer, Instead of the Thorn

“Do nomads get homesick...”
― Nanette L. Avery

“I am homesick for the time when my heart was whole”
― Karen Gibbs

“She is so soft with the scars
But it's time for her to bloom
To grow
To stay in the light
Though she is homesick for someone
Who is so far away”
― Jyoti Patel, The Curved Rainbow

“I was reminded that only in unfamiliar bedrooms do we perceive with such clarity the true nature of our existence---true because astray---only away from our own bedroom, from the room that I longed for ever moment of my trip---how I longed to be there, to slip into it---in the persistently unyielding space of a deserted place that just won't be appropriated.”
― Nathalie Léger, Suite for Barbara Loden

“Sick for my body before. Before I’d ever noticed I was in possession of one. Before fulllengths. Before I knew anything about valleyed collarbones, a stomach’s folds, smooth legs, small wrists.”
― Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

“It didn't help, reminding herself that if she were back in Blackpool she'd spend the afternoon aching to be in London. It just made her feel that she'd never be happy anywhere.”
― Nick Hornby, Funny Girl

“Gets silly after a while, don't it, hating something because you're mad at something else, you think? (Sylvanus)
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It's like we went into hibernation after we moved to Hampden. Never did wake up to the place. Think I always blamed it for our having to more there â€� silly as that sounds. (Addie)”
― Donna Morrissey, What They Wanted

“This is the bottom of the shit heap this city. They can keep their Boys From the Blackstuff and Derek Hatton. I'd die in a place like this after growing up in London. I mean, London's shit, but it's home and nothing like Liverpool. This city has to be the arsehole of England. I don't blame Yosser Hughes for nutting everything in sight. I'd have done the same.”
― John King, The Football Factory

“Gets silly after a while, don't it, hating something because you're mad at something else, you think? (Sylvanus)
—â¶Ä”â¶Ä�
It's like we went into hibernation after we moved to Hampden. Never did wake up to the place. Think I always blamed it for our having to move there â€� silly as that sounds. (Addie)”
― Donna Morrissey, What They Wanted