Familiar Surroundings Quotes

When you are starting away, leaving your more familiar fields, for a little adventure like a walk, you look at every object with a traveler's, or at least with historical, eyes; you pause on the first bridge, where an ordinary walk hardly commences, and begin to observe and moralize like a traveler. It is worth the while to see your native village thus sometimes, as if you were a traveler passing through it, commenting on your neighbors as strangers.

The streets looked small, of course. The streets that we have only seen as children always do I believe when we go back to them

Playing at home is always better. You get to sleep in your own bed, drive your own car, and see your own fans.

I get homesick - I could be in the sunniest place, but I need to see normality, and normal, for me, is London.

There's nothing like playing at home.

I needed a familiar club that would give me affection, and Sevilla can do that.

I don't sleep well when I'm traveling, so there's nothing I like more than getting in my own bed.

I've found places that are just as beautiful as New England, but this is my home.

As a kid I could be in New Lodge in a minute. I'd go down our street, turn right and I was there.

I know what I write about seems exotic to a lot of people, but not for me. I pulled up to an old trading post and saw a few elderly Navajos sitting on a bench. I felt right at home.

Carl Froch never really does too well away from home and he is very settled and comfortable in Nottingham.

Whatever situation you are in, that is what is normal for you.

I can go to all these cool places around the world, but when we land at YYZ, I'm like, 'Yes! It's flat. It's concrete. I'm okay with this; my people are here.'

My father retired to San Francisco, and I got a chance to know him and be around him. It's always been someplace where everything changed for the better. It's always been a home for me.

It is important for me to feel at home.

I did see [in Afghanistan] plenty that reminded me of my childhood. I recognised my old neighbourhood, saw my old school, streets where I had played with my brother and cousins.

Even though Jack Kennedy and I were about the same age and lived in the same neighborhood and attended the same elementary school, our paths seldom crossed during the years he lived in Brookline. I'm sure that in time, I would have gotten to know him better if he hadn't moved away.

Just being from where I'm from, a little small town, I feel like I'm a good judge of character.

I'm going to go home. Everything is going to be normal again. Boring again. Wonderful again.

It feels kinda weird being back in a high school cause I haven't been in a high school for about a year. So um, it's kinda interesting coming back, and y'know seeing the lockers, with all the signs, the handmade signs, so being in high school again is a little bit strange but in a good way.

I still love to go back to Mitchell [his home town] and wander up and down those streets. It just kind of reassures me again that there is a place that I know thoroughly, where the roots are deep. Everything had a place, a specific definition.

It's always strange going back to Villa Park for me.

I live with the people I've always lived with. I'm quite content.

She walked quickly around her one-room apartment. After more than four years in this one home she knew all its possibilities, how it could put on a sham appearance of warmth and welcome when she needed a place to hide in, how it stood over her in the night when she woke suddenly, how it could relax itself into a disagreeable unmade, badly-put-together state, mornings like this, anxious to drive her out and go back to sleep.

Waking up begins with saying am and now. That which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognized I, and therefrom deduced I am, I am now. Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it has expected to find itself: what’s called at home.