“It seemed unlikely that she’d leave the island again in her lifetime, she thought, not only because of the state of her finances but mostly because of the way she felt rooted here, like she grew out of the green grass” LoveHomeHomesicknessThe Wild HuntIsland Life Author:Emma Seckel
“No matter how hard one tried, this island was not a place of leaving easily. It clung to a person like a dee. He was still here, always still here” LoveHomeHomesicknessIsland Book:The Wild Hunt Source: The Wild Hunt
“No matter how hard one tried, this island was not a place of leaving easily. It clung to a person like dew. He was still here, always still here” HomeHomesicknessIsland Book:The Wild Hunt Source: The Wild Hunt
“You don’t sound happy, mo ghrád,” he had told her over her landlady’s telephone, about a year after she’d left. She wasn’t, not even then, though there was still the buoyant hope that one day it would slip into place like a gear in a clock. But she hadn’t gone in search of happiness. Happiness was at home, on the island, in the midnight suns of summer, the winter skies dancing with lights...” HomeHomesicknessIslandThe Wild Hunt Book:The Wild Hunt Source: The Wild Hunt