J. R. R. Tolkien Quotes

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?

As surely as there is a voyage away, there is a journey home.

He traveled in order to come home.

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

I go to many different places many times, but I miss my house constantly.

You travel life has the aspect of a dream. It is something outside the normal, yet you are in it. It is peopled with characters you have never seen before and in all probability will never see again. It brings occasional homesickness, and loneliness, and pangs of longing ... But you are like the Vikings who have gone into a world of adventure, and home is not home until you return.

If you get far enough away you'll be on your way back home.

People dreamed. People left. And they all came back.

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

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

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.

Ever since childhood, when I lived within earshot of the Boston and Maine, I have seldom heard a train go by and not wished I was on it.

I really wish we could stay longer in the countries we visit, but I've been lucky to have visited most of them before, because I've done a tremendous amount of travel.

I am a voyager - and the voyage cannot mean that I stay at home.

There's nowhere like home for me, but there has been something so interesting about most of the places I've visited. One that sticks out in my mind is traveling around South America. It's a huge continent, and I only got to see a small portion of it, but I've always liked going there.

Not all those who wander are lost.

Often, before returning home, I would take a long and roundabout way and pass by the peaceful ramparts from where I had glimpses of other provinces, and a sight of the distant country.

The world reveals itself to those who travel on foot.

I love the leisurely amplitude, the spaciousness, of taking a walk, of heading somewhere, anywhere, on foot. I love the sheer adventure of it: setting out and taking off.

Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space, but when you return, it's the same old place.

It would be nice to travel if you knew where you were going and where you would live at the end or do we ever know, do we ever live where we live, we're always in other places, lost, like sheep.

I read the Odyssey because it was the story of a man who returned home after being absent for more than twenty years and was recognized only by his dog.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

I love Toronto. I love it. I love Toronto. I love Canada. I can't wait to get back. Can't wait to have some Timbits.

Every place but that in which one is born is equally strange and wondrous. Once beyond the bounds of the city walls, and none knows what may happen. We have stepped forth into the Land of Faerie, but at least we are in the open air.