“She going to be free now. She can go home to Jesus.
Call me selfish, but I wanted her to go home with me.”

“She didn't know whether she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home.”

“She had thought she was going to save her mother, and now there was going to be nothing for her to do but sit by her mother's bedside, hold her limp hand, and home someone else, somewhere else, would be able to do what she couldn't.”

“I was even a little glad that if it wasn’t going to be me she wanted, it was going to be someone who really deserved her.”

“O Mary, go and call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home
Across the sands of Dee;
The western wind was wild and dank with foam,
And all alone went she.”

“The sails are unfurled
And the anchor's away going home…
She heels to the breeze as she gathers her way,
And we're bound to the old country.
Then away, love, away, going home!
We're homeward bound this very day,
And we're bound to the old country…”

“Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.”

“She thinks she's kept me. She would have kept me better if she had let me go now.”

“Maybe you should go home and rest," Simon told Meg. Maybe he could go home with her and they could cuddle for a while or play a game. Or she could watch a movie with him and pet him.”

“I don't want you to rescue me you said, go home you said.”