Carrie Underwood Quotes

I knew I had to stop running. I had to be in a place. Los Angeles became that place.

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.

The present moment is nice but it does not last. Living in it is like waiting in a junction town for the morning limited; the junction may be interesting but some day you will have to leave it and you do not know where the limited will take you.

Man hath still either toys or care: But hath no root, nor to one place is tied, but ever restless and irregular, about this earth doth run and ride. He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where; He says it is so far, that he has quite forgot how to go there.

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.

Once you're halfway home, you know that you can probably get the rest of the way there.

This is a beautiful day after a long voyage, but we are only at a way station. We are not at the end of our way.

I started to walk the halls of HUD. I went into every office and every cubicle. I met a lot of people. I soon realized that they all realized that they were staying and I was going. It’s just that none of us knew when.

Place and displacement have always been central for me. A type of insecurity goes with that: you are always following the cues, like learning the dance steps when the dance is already under way.

I lived in several hotels, yeah. You have to try to make it home.

I feel like 'Harlem River' was me putting one foot out the door of New York, and 'Still Life' is between Point A and Point B. It's the grey area.

I've always been interested in arrival, and coming to a space, and even to looking back at where you were.

In the end, what I'm trying to say as a person who does all this travel and fashions these images is that you arrive at an approximate location but never one destination.

I actually didn't think there was that many people out there who knew what it's like to not really have a home or have that home in one place.

I didn't have just one place where I could say, 'That's my home.'

I was not sure where I was going, and I could not see what I would do when I got [there]. But you saw further and clearer than I, and you opened the seas before my ship, whose track led me across the waters to a place I had never dreamed of, and which you were even then preparing to be my rescue and my shelter and my home.

Waiting is a dry desert between where we are and where we want to be. (Finding My Way Home)

...though I cannot promise to take you home," said North Wind, as she sank nearer and nearer to the tops of the houses, "I can promise you it will be all right in the end. You will get home somehow.

Where are we really going? Always home.

Anywhere I hang my heart is home... it's just the closet that keeps moving.

When I left home at sixteen I bought a small rug. It was my roll-up world. Whatever room, whatever temporary place I had, I unrolled the rug. It was a map of myself. Invisible to others, but held in the rug, were all the places I had stayed - for a few weeks, for a few months. On the first night anywhere new I liked to lie in bed and look at the rug to remind myself that I had what I needed even though what I had was so little. Sometimes you have to live in precarious and temporary places. Unsuitable places. Wrong places. Sometimes the safe place won’t help you.

From nothing to everything is a long way, from everything to nothing is one stop.

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

There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.