[Riley is on the verge of tears after attempting to run away back to Minnesota after feeling very homesick] Riley: I... I know you don't want me to, but I miss home. I miss Minnesota. You need me to be happy, but I want my old friend, and my hockey t...
Mike Ramsey: This is ridiculous. Mike Eruzione: Don't worry about it, Rammer. It'll be all right. Right OC? Jack O'Callahan: Herb's not gonna do a damn thing boys. He's just messing with our minds. Jim Craig: Oh, you think so, Jack? Jack O'Callahan: ...
Shane: I gotta be going on. Joey: Why, Shane? Shane: A man has to be what he is, Joey. Can't break the mould. I tried it and it didn't work for me. Joey: We want you, Shane. Shane: Joey, there's no living with... with a killing. There's no going back...
Aegean Islands 1940-41 Where white stares, smokes or breaks, Thread white, white of plaster and of foam, Where sea like a wall falls; Ribbed, lionish coast, The stony islands which blow into my mind More often than I imagine my grassy home; To sun on...
I guess you only know your home when you come back to it.
There is no such thing as not voting: you either vote by voting, or you vote by staying home and tacitly doubling the value of some Diehard's vote.
Wherever Jordan's going - and I do believe we all go somewhere - think of it as the light that will bring him home.
Maybe home is something we have to make, and remake, over and over. But it's hard to make things when you're afraid―or you're certain—that they'll just be broken.
It had to be the hardest thing, even if he’d never known it himself – to accept that the ones you loved would find their own way home.
Only by concealing our identities can we shed the masks we have to wear at school, at work, even at home - everywhere there is surveillance, policing, punishment - masks that are increasingly indistinguishable from ourselves.
You thought you knew what food was, you thought it was elemental. You forgot how much restaurant there was in restaurant food and how much home was in homemade.
You Englishmen,’ said Herr Wurter. ‘You are all the same. Wherever you are you behave as if you were at home and your word was law.
The face of a golden retriever feels like home.
And if you say that's because you lot barged into her home like a herd of mentally deficient sheep, I'm disowning all three of you.
Like a butterfly stuck in a chrysalis, waiting for the perfect moment, I was waiting for the day I could burst forth and fly away and find my home.
At home, they'd clipped my wings and then caged me so I couldn't fall. Here, they bandaged one another's broken wings, helped each other fly.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Werewolf games,' Mercy said solemnly, 'play for keeps, or go home.' She was so cute sometimes it made Adam's heart hurt.
Young women dream of romance and passion as men dream of conquest because those dreams are necessary goads to leaving home and growing up.
I can't look at you. I don't want to talk to you. I just want my things. I want to go home.-Blaire Wynn
We're not quitting until I'm satisfied you know what you're doing," he said in a low voice. "Until we're both satisfied," she corrected. Killing. Him.
