#homesick

But there’s something about Watonka, they say. Something that pulls us back, the electromagnet that holds all the metal in place. It’s the food, they say, or the chicken wings or the sports teams or the people or the way the air over the Skyway smells like Cheerios on account of the old General Mills Plant. ↗

— Sarah Ockler

#homesickness #western-new-york #food

The worst feeling in the world is the homesickness that comes over a man occasionally when he is at home. ↗

— E. W. Howe

#comes #feeling #homesickness #man #occasionally

When people hear good music, it makes them homesick for something they never had, and never will have. ↗

— E. W. Howe

#good music #had #hear #homesick #makes

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. ↗

— Robert Frost

#begins #homesickness #lump #poem #sense

You live overseas, you see these exotic places and you want to know about them. But, weirdly, it also made me homesick for all these very prosaic places in America. ↗

— Ken Jennings

#also #america #exotic #homesick #know

Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you. ↗

— Ovid

#homesickness #longing #love #love

One's homesickness for Heaven finds at least an inn there; and it's an inn on the right road. ↗

— Ruth Pitter

#heaven #homesickness #inn #least #right

In my own shire, if I was sad Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed for the son she bore; And standing hills, long to remain, Shared their short-lived comrade's pain. And bound for the same bourn as I, On every road I wandered by, Trod beside me, close and dear, The beautiful and death-struck year: Whether in the woodland brown I heard the beechnut rustle down, And saw the purple crocus pale Flower about the autumn dale; Or littering far the fields of May Lady-smocks a-bleaching lay, And like a skylit water stood The bluebells in the azured wood. Yonder, lightening other loads, The season range the country roads, But here in London streets I ken No such helpmates, only men; And these are not in plight to bear, If they would, another's care. They have enough as 'tis: I see In many an eye that measures me The mortal sickness of a mind Too unhappy to be kind. Undone with misery, all they can Is to hate their fellow man; And till they drop they needs must still Look at you and wish you ill. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#city #compassion #country #hate #home

Paris is one of the most beautiful places in all the world. Unfortunately, I was so homesick I couldn't appreciate its beauty. ↗

— Tyra Banks

#beautiful #beautiful places #beauty #homesick #i

The hardest novel to write was Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant. ↗

— Anne Tyler

#hardest #homesick #novel #restaurant #write