Homesickness starts with food

I miss everyone. I can remember being young and feeling a thing and identifying it as homesickness, and then thinking well now that’s odd, isn’t it, because I was home, all the time. What on earth are we to make of that?

Philosophy is really homesickness: the urge to be at home everywhere.

My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.

I suppose everybody must be always just a little homesick.

He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.

"I used to think, in Belaire, that maybe you had gone to live with the List, and it hadn't suited you, and that one spring they'd bring you home dead. From homesickness. I saw how you would look, pale and sad."

"I did die," she said. "It was easy."

...we were back at home, and I had returned to that reassuring but profoundly unsatisfactory state known as 'being in one's right mind.

While I was fearing it, it came,
But came with less of fear,
Because that fearing it so long
Had almost made it dear.

Something has happened to me, I can't doubt it anymore. It came as an illness does, not like an ordinary certainty, not like anything evident. It came cunningly, little by little; I felt a little strange, a little put out, that's all. Once established it never moved, it stayed quiet, and i was able to persuade myself that nothing was the matter with me, that it was a false alarm. And now, it's blossoming.

Home is where my habits have a habitat

and then I decided I was a lemon for a couple of weeks.

But once I realized that my intense focus might have blinded me to certain cues at home, I couldn’t help examining myself for unremarked changes as well.

In other words, despite all of the environmental pressures from my neighborhood and community, I received a different message at home. And that just might have saved me.