I was born a long way from where I belong and I am on my way home.
If Light Is In Your Heart You Will Find Your Way Home.
I was actually lost in Beirut on the way home.
Life itself is an exile. The way home is not the way back.
We get lost in doing, thinking, remembering, anticipating - lost in a maze of complexity and a world of problems. Nature can show us the way home, the way out of the prison of our own minds.
By letting go, you allow everything to find it's rightful place. Once free, everything finds its way home.
I climb, I backtrack. I float. I ramble my way home.
Love doesn't hide. It stays and fights. It goes the distance, that's why love is so strong. So it can carry you all the way home.
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
We all walk in a land of dreams. For what are we but atoms and hope, a handful of stardust and sinew? We are weary travelers trying to find our way home on a road that never ends. Am I a part of your dream? or are you but a part of mine?
On our way home we were waiting for the bus when a very fat, pompous-looking woman reeled out of a pub shouting, "Melancholia? Ad nauseam."
I love every minute in the kitchen with my kids, even the mess (I've learned to embrace it!). I find that in the car on the way home from school, I often get one-word answers when I ask about their day. But when we're cooking, I get in-depth stories.
memory is the only way home.
Waiting is a dry desert between where we are and where we want to be. (Finding My Way Home)
But I found my family. I found the right thing to do. I found the way home.
Deep inside, our integrity sings to us whether we are listening or not. It is a note that only we can hear. Eventually, when life makes us ready to listen, it will help us to find our way home.
I know this world is far from perfect. I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon. I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic. But every ocean has a shoreline and every shoreline has a tide that is constantly returning to wake the songbirds in our hands, to wake the music in our bones, to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river that has to run through the center of our hearts to find its way home.
If I know the way home and am walking along it drunkenly, is it any less the right way because I am staggering from side to side! If it is not the right way, then show me another way; but if I stagger and lose the way, you must help me, you must keep me on the true path, just as I am ready to support you.
As I made my way home, I thought Jem and I would get grown but there wasn't much else for us to learn, except possibly algebra.
Having never left the house you are looking for the way home
Portland can put the champagne away and get out the bottled water, 'cause that's all they're gonna drink on their way home!
The longest way round is the shortest way home
Stories move in circle. They don’t move in straight lines. So it helps if you listen in circles. There are stories inside stories and stories between stories and finding your way through them is as easy and as hard as finding your way home. And part of the finding is the getting lost. And when you’re lost you start to look around and to listen.
My way is set as in stone, and I don't feel the need to veer off any longer. It has taken many days of searching and fighting, but in the end I have found what I was looking for. I have found my way home.
Her only way home was to betray her friend.
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