Sam Ewing Quotes

To me, my house is always recreating what I lost in youth.

I am delighted to be back home in Galway, the place I first came to as a 19-year-old in 1960. It's here where my heart is and will forever be.

And I think a lot of us have fantasies of going back to where we're from, or when we do go back we're so nostalgic about it.

When memories fade, can one ever really return home?

Whenever I'm in Glasgow I go and stand outside the front of the house I grew up in, which is in Mount Vernon.

It was an outdoor Shakespeare theater that I grew up at. That feels like home, and the place I'm always trying to figure out how to get to.

Wisconsin will always be home to me in a nostalgic kind of way.

I was born at Rotten Row in Glasgow and brought up in Loch Lomond near a small place called Gartocharn. And it's a bit like anyone: where you're brought up, you have an irresistible attraction to that place; it defines who you are.

I don't like coming home. It keeps me from being nostalgic, which by nature I am. Even before the plane begins its descent, I find myself dreading the questions left unanswered by my childhood.

Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again.

Many Lexington natives believe they live in a special place, one impossible to leave. I'm not so sure about that - or it's more accurate to say I think a more general truth exists beneath it: the place you first call home stays with you always, whether you remain or go.

I've gone very far, far away, but my character keeps me close to home.

England will be home for me. It always has been and always will be.

In the true sense one's native land, with its background of tradition, early impressions, reminiscences and other things dear to one, is not enough to make sensitive human beings feel at home.

At night I dream about going to where I played when I was still young.

Aledo will always be home to me because I spent the first 27 years of my life there - it's such a special place - and because of the experiences I had there, I've become the person I am today.

Perugia is my true fatherland because there I grew to manhood.

In the mind, in the heart, I was always home. I always imagined, really, going back home.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

I have great, fond memories of Canada. I feel that one day my bones will more than likely end up there.

I feel like I've never had a home, you know? I feel related to the country, to this country, and yet I don't know exactly where I fit in... There's always this kind of nostalgia for a place, a place where you can reckon with yourself.

We all have those dreams of going back in time and seeing what it was like when our parents were younger.

I love creating that community and writing about that place, because I think, in some ways, Bois Sauvage is like the DeLisle of my past; it's like the DeLisle of the '80s that I can never return to. So in some ways, when I write about Bois Sauvage, I'm writing about a home that I've lost.

It's strange coming back to Northern Ireland, but it feels like a home away from home.

It's really hard to escape where you were brought up. Not that I would ever want to escape it.