Perhaps the echoes of people we once loved still linger in the places we frequented with them and that is why we go back… Not so much to remember them as to feel them…

It’s your call. You want to go back home, go ahead. But if I were you, I wouldn’t. Home is death.

I've come to learn, and to establish mine in that same place i come from. Staying in my school place makes me always a student.

We can't go back, thoughwe're apt to waver even as our wheels spin on.

The visit, like all visits home for a long time now, has been an obscure failure. When is it we cease to be able to go back, truly go back? What secret door is it that closes?

Going back to something is harder than you think."I don't suppose I could have broken my mother's heart any more if I tried.

Whenever a river reaches the ocean, it waits to go back..