39 Quotes About Hometown

Live life so well that, even if you die, the empty seats behind you will tell the story that, "yea, this soul did what God sent him/her to do". Give life and hope into your family, village, community, country, continent and the world at large. You can do it!

Because I miss them. Because I need them. Because I love them.

It was soothing to sit with life-long friends, the cacophony of bar sounds around us while we caught up on our lives and talked about the glory days of high school. My life since then had been on an accelerated trajectory, not always aimed in the best direction. I acquired a sense of well-being from those friends who married their high school sweethearts, set up housekeeping a stone's throw from where they grew up, and kept the heartbeat of small-town living beating rhythmically.

The memories come backlike the rainbow after the rainwith all the hues and shades of colorand an unending trainthe bougainvillea tree nearby my parents house where I grew updid not ask me my nameshe embraced me as she had donein my schooldays in every way the samethe little squirrel just nowtip-toed down the lanelooking at the spectacleunfolding in the rainafter all these yearsI have come back to my parents homethe clouds have different shapesbut the air smells the same ...

True, beneath the human façade, I was an interloper, an alien whose ship had crashed beyond hope of repair in the backwoods of Southern Appalachia—but at least I’d learned to walk and talk enough like the locals to be rejected as one of their own.

you’ll find the buildings taller, thatthe halls are full of ghostsbut everything still here iswhat you remember most

She told me "I want to go to your hometown.Someday I will go there and I will smile till the time I will stay there and be happy because its your home town. I am going to see you in every wall, every street, every glass, in every person, in every wave of the sea and smile.

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it.

I still feel at home in Baltimore in a way I will never feel anywhere else—part of the definition of home being a place you don’t belong anymore.