I should have been out there having a wild time like all the other girls my age, but I wasn’t. I was going home every night to what was, initially, a very happy marriage.
The most important part are the fans, that people going home are happy. It’s their time off, and you should give them something to enjoy.
My little brother and grandma told me I could sing. I used to sing in church, too. Not like in the choir or anything, but for people around the church… on the church bus going home and Christmas plays.
Everyone’s always shocked that I’m still based in Yorkshire, but going home there is my sanctuary. Home is where the heart is, and my mother, sister and brother are there, and my partner.
Actually going to WrestleMania, then going home and sleeping in our own bed is a pretty wild concept.
Editing is a lot about patience and discipline and just banging away at something, turning off the machine and going home at night because you’re frustrated and depressed, and then coming back in the morning to try again.
I remember going home one day and telling my brother that I was going to give up football because I was 17 and was too old. My brother said he wouldn’t let me. He got me my first pair of real boots and those were the boots I managed to become professional in.
It felt good doing a physical job, and going home each evening feeling like I had really done a day’s work.
I used to make fun of people who talked about going home and all that. I hadn’t really thought about it at all, but I just teared up when I saw Ireland. I felt a kinship.
What motivates me is seeing people in the crowd and wondering what they’re going home to and what they’re dealing with, and knowing that for the time being we’re their escape.
My family never took vacations; we never traveled together. We never did anything. My spring breaks were going home to help my dad at the restaurant.
The most important part are the fans, that people going home are happy. It’s their time off, and you should give them something to enjoy.
Everyone’s always shocked that I’m still based in Yorkshire, but going home there is my sanctuary. Home is where the heart is, and my mother, sister and brother are there, and my partner.
I remember going home one day and telling my brother that I was going to give up football because I was 17 and was too old. My brother said he wouldn’t let me. He got me my first pair of real boots and those were the boots I managed to become professional in.
Then I was actually meant to be going home but for some reason I decided to extend for a week. Then on the final day by extension, finally an audition came through, and it was ‘Into the Badlands’.
When I used to return in the early morning after late-night programmes, the first people I see on the roads at the break of dawn are sweepers, newspaper vendors and milkmen. Since they were all from my hometown, I would stop to talk to them before going home. So I am quite used to their lifestyle and work.
Don’t let the American twang fool you. I still say, ‘I’m going home,’ when I come to England, and I love a good old cup of PG Tips with a Jaffa Cake.
When you’re confined to a hospital bed, there aren’t many appointments you can make. You await visits from friends and family members. You enjoy the coconut ice cream they smuggle in. You tolerate the erratic and invasive visits of doctors and nurses, hoping that one of them will bring you closer to going home.
Workers come to America to fill jobs unwanted by Americans, but they are staying and they are not going home.
I liked St. Louis, when they were in the American League, because that was going home. I had all my family and friends there.
Every time I slip into the ocean, it’s like going home.
Take a trip to the forest and experience the greatness of getting on your knees and picking your own food and going home… and eating it.
Driving from town to town, living in hotels, sometimes not going home during the week because you have an appearance – you really have to be dedicated to do this job.
Going home helps the content.
Going home to Australia, it’s good to get home, but it’s kind of bad too because you get used to that way of life again and you have to come back to America.
Driving from town to town, living in hotels, sometimes not going home during the week because you have an appearance – you really have to be dedicated to do this job.
Home is where my parents are going to be. If my parents move to China, I am going to go to China and say, ‘I’m going home.’
When I come home, I say I’m coming home to Dublin. When I’m in Dublin, I say I’m going home to New York. I’m sort of a man of two countries.
We’re always talking and plotting and discussing what we can do to give our fans the best possible experience and leave everyone going home with having an amazing time and a memory that will last a lifetime.
I used to go to games events and feel like I was going home.
I should have been out there having a wild time like all the other girls my age, but I wasn’t. I was going home every night to what was, initially, a very happy marriage.
Statistically, there have to be more gay men in rugby than we know about and I would hate for them to be going home from training and feeling depressed or feeling like they need to live a lie.
Once I found out that I was playing ‘Deathlok,’ I unearthed my old comic book collection. I was going home for Christmas, and I have a collection of thousands of comics. I was surprised to see that 90% of them were Marvel. So, I wanted to go through my collection and start there.
The message is pretty clear: Americans are sick and tired of the doubletalk coming out of Washington, of us going home and saying we’re conservative and then coming up here and voting for 10,000 earmarks. We can’t fool America anymore; the media is too good. They’re reporting what we’re really doing.
Going home must be like going to render an account.
I was called such names as a kid. Being the smallest boy in the class with a name like Caroll. I remember going home and saying to my mom, ‘What were you thinking?’
As a political exile, you always think you’re going home next year.
I know Paris is my hometown, but I would never say, ‘Oh, I’m going home back to Paris.’ Because we kept moving when I was a child, my home was just where I was at that moment.
I started ‘Society’s Child’ on a bus in East Orange as I was going home from school. I saw a black and white couple sitting there and started thinking about it.
There’s a very real possibility in this industry of going out and leading your life and then going home and being a voyeur of your own life. You can literally go watch yourself – where you went last night, what you did, what the things that people presuppose about you. It’s kind of crazy.
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