{"quotes":[{"text":"Often I would hear other people ask, “When will I be normal again?”What you don’t often hear is a blunt truth: things will never be normal again. Not the “old' normal at least. You have to invent the new normal.I knew that I needed to take an honest appraisal of my life. Were my problems really bigger than me? Of course not. That’s why I remained in constant motion. Resistance to life’s changes meant death. No matter how depressing and bleak my past looked, I knew that I needed to keep moving and adapting in order to survive.","author":"Michelle Dallocchio","tags":["change","death","desert","homecoming","military","travel","war"],"id":86,"author_id":"Michelle+Dallocchio"},{"text":"Why come back to this empty house, and this Manila with a strange face; the one I never knew? All those lonely islands. They will keep afloat without me.","author":"V.J. Campilan","tags":["homecoming","hometown","lonely","manila"],"id":3894,"author_id":"V.J.+Campilan"},{"text":"They both seemed to understand that describing it was beyond their powers, the gratitude that spreads through your body when a burden gets lifted, and the sense of homecoming that follows, when you suddenly remember what it feels like to be yourself.","author":"Tom Perrotta","tags":["burden","gratitude","homecoming","yourself"],"id":13848,"author_id":"Tom+Perrotta"},{"text":"You've been away from home too long if you can get lost on the way from the harbor to the palace.","author":"David Eddings","tags":["homecoming","lost","silk"],"id":47849,"author_id":"David+Eddings"},{"text":"They say you can never go home again.' Bartholomew Quasar leaned back in his deluxe-model captain's chair as the star cruiser raced toward Earth. 'But I tend to disagree.","author":"Milo James Fowler","tags":["home","homecoming","space"],"id":110440,"author_id":"Milo+James+Fowler"},{"text":"It's one thing to develop a nostalgia for home while you're boozing with Yankee writers in Martha's Vineyard or being chased by the bulls in Pamplona. It's something else to go home and visit with the folks in Reed's drugstore on the square and actually listen to them. The reason you can't go home again is not because the down-home folks are mad at you--they're not, don't flatter yourself, they couldn't care less--but because once you're in orbit and you return to Reed's drugstore on the square, you can stand no more than fifteen minutes of the conversation before you head for the woods, head for the liquor store, or head back to Martha's Vineyard, where at least you can put a tolerable and saving distance between you and home. Home may be where the heart is but it's no place to spend Wednesday afternoon.","author":"Walker Percy","tags":["home","homecoming","nostalgia","small-town"],"id":112377,"author_id":"Walker+Percy"},{"text":"Temporary homecomings are bittersweet. Sometimes it's better not to go back at all than to have to leave again.","author":"Amanda Bouchet","tags":["amanda-bouchet","cat","home","homecoming","kingmaker-chronicles"],"id":133305,"author_id":"Amanda+Bouchet"},{"text":"I did exactly what you told me to do, Nick. Didn't you tell me to just write the stupid book already? And that even doing the worst thing on the planet had to count for something? Well I can't think of anything worse than what I'm about to do, which is why I think you deserve an explanation. And maybe after you read it you'll realize why I don't have the hope that you have. The truth is this: We begin and end alone.","author":"Matthew J. Hefti","tags":["deployment","guilt","homecoming","hurt","love","ptsd","regret","relationship","romance","suicide","war"],"id":138852,"author_id":"Matthew+J.+Hefti"},{"text":"Coming back to Karachi is like stepping into the sea again after months on land. How easily you float, how peaceful is the sense of being borne along, and how familiar the sound of the water lapping against your limbs.","author":"Kamila Shamsie","tags":["belonging","home","homecoming","karachi","sea","water"],"id":165095,"author_id":"Kamila+Shamsie"},{"text":"He pressed the herb to his nose. Thyme. He loved the name and he loved the smell. He looked out the window at the illusion of deep woods. His face too was out there, hung on a tree and returning his gaze. He drew close to the glass to lose the mirror effect. Outside, the forest panted its beefy halitus; the soil held the breaths of gloom in its dampness. Fifteen thousand years ago a glacier had sliced through this park he was living in, bringing with it the nutrients from all its travels. Fifteen thousand years ago human beings were the fable that frightened the dark woods.","author":"Nancy Zafris","tags":["homecoming","nostalgia","sense-of-place"],"id":180329,"author_id":"Nancy+Zafris"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":27,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}