Windmills of My Mind |
No matter how far I travel or how long I'm gone, no matter how intense the joy or grief of the moment...through the ever-churning windmills of my mind, the only constant is this: my ancestors, my memories, the very soul of my hometown, New Orleans, all beckon me back home. -- Ronald Voorhies |
Where is home? Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness. Home is where the heart's tears can dry at their own pace. -- Vernon Baker |
Wherever I am, I can still close my eyes and go home. -- Dolly Parton |
The sun at home warms better than the sun anywhere else. -- Albanian Proverb |
Let's face it, one way or another, we're all just trying to get back home. -- Joan Didion |
All language is a longing for home. -- Jalaluddin Rumi |
I've got to go back to a place where they all know who I am -- where they all understand. -- Susan Cowsill, "Crescent City Snow" |
For years, popular music has told us that the most important word is 'love.' But the lesson I've learned from the levee failures in New Orleans is this: the most important word is 'home.' -- Chris Rose |
Home is the most excellent place of all. -- Neil Diamond |
Photos on this page were taken in Holland, Spain, France and England and are courtesy of Kepguru. |
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