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“Once I had put enough distance between myself and where I grew up, I started to see its beauty. I started to see it the way outsiders do - maybe because I had become an outsider.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, One True Loves

“How strange it is to view a town you grew up in, not in wonderment through the eyes of youth, but with the eyes of a historian on the way things were.”
― Marvin Allan Williams

“The fact is that I hate this city. I've hated it so long I can hardly remember feeling any other way about it.”
― Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

“The memories come back
like the rainbow after the rain
with all the hues and shades of color
and an unending train
the bougainvillea tree nearby my parents house where I grew up
did not ask me my name
she embraced me as she had done
in my schooldays in every way the same
the little squirrel just now
tip-toed down the lane
looking at the spectacle
unfolding in the rain
after all these years
I have come back to my parents home
the clouds have different shapes
but the air smells the same ...”
― Avijeet Das

“I was not sorry for loving Charleston or for leaving it. Geography had made me who I was.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Invention of Wings

“you’ll find the buildings taller, that
the halls are full of ghosts
but everything still here is
what you remember most”
― Savannah Brown

“This isn’t then though. This is my hometown. A place where your business aired to the public, and often before the newspaper ever got a hold of it. A place where a façade was an art.”
― Alyse M. Gardner, Slayers

“I still feel at home in Baltimore in a way I will never feel anywhere else—part of the definition of home being a place you don’t belong anymore.”
― Tim Kreider

“Oh, but once one has returned to the land of one's birth �� there is no place more constricting �� one's surroundings no longer permit such freedom, and one can no longer simply transcend the demands of social position.”
― Kafū Nagai, Three Japanese Short Stories

“Không ai dời đặng non, không ai chia đặng nước, th�� thì tháng một �� Bắc Việt, tất nhiên vẫn rét, mưa tháng một �� Bắc Việt tất nhiên vẫn riêu riêu. Và nghĩ đến như th�� thì bảo không yêu Bắc Việt làm sao cho được?
Mưa rét thì kh��, kh�� nhất cho người nghèo, nhưng biết như th�� mà vẫn c�� yêu bởi vì cái mưa, cái rét ấy thông thường quá, vì ch�� có Bắc Việt mới có cái mưa cái rét ấy thôi. Ai đã xa nhà, trôi nổi �� một phương trời không có nước mắm, không có ph��, tương tư ph�� và nước mắm th�� nào thì �� giữa một thành ph�� khét lẹt hơi người, chói chan nắng lửa, người ta cũng nh�� mưa rét tháng một �� quê hương mình đến th�� là cùng. (Tháng Một)”
― Vũ Bằng, Thương Nh�� Mười Hai

“True, beneath the human façade, I was an interloper, an alien whose ship had crashed beyond hope of repair in the backwoods of Southern Appalachia—but at least I’d learned to walk and talk enough like the locals to be rejected as one of their own.”
― Sol Luckman, Beginner's Luke

“Live life so well that, even if you die, the empty seats behind you will tell the story that, "yea, this soul did what God sent him/her to do". Give life and hope into your family, village, community, country, continent and the world at large. You can do it!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

“Why come back to this empty house, and this Manila with a strange face; the one I never knew? All those lonely islands. They will keep afloat without me.”
― V.J. Campilan, All My Lonely Islands

“You are what you think. Before you succeed physically, it had been done mentally. The hometown of both victory and defeat is the mind of a person.”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Leaders' Watchwords

“Where are you from exactly?�� he asked his state-based colleague, after exchanging first pleasantries.
“Gulf Shores.�� Paul replied.
“I know we’re at the Gulf shore,�� Garry said. “But where exactly?��
“Gulf Shores is a place.��
“Where’s Gulf Shores?�� Garry went on with questioning, feeling increasingly silly.
“Baldwin County.��
“Where’s Baldwin County?”
― Krzysztof Pacyński, A perfect Patricide: Part 1

“I still feel at home in Baltimore in a way I will never feel anywhere else �� part of the definition of home being a place you don’t belong anymore.”
― Tim Kreider

“At one point, Jack was enlisted to move Red from his aunt Maude’s house in Redlands to his grandma Iris’s house in Pomona.”
― Michelle Huneven, Round Rock