Cold Mountain Home

I am coming home one way or another, and I do not know how things might stand between us. (1.67)

Inman's only thought looking on the enemy was, Go home. (1.37)

—You're not yet ready to return home? Sally asked.

—Home? Ada said, momentarily confused, for she had felt all summer that she had none. (2.81-82)

She went to him. He stood before the chapel grinning and pointing above the door. She turned and read the sign: Cold Mountain Assembly.

—We have against all odds arrived at home, Monroe had said. (2.133)

The fourth time, though, she [Ada in a dream] stood firm and substantial and he held her tight. He [Inman] said, I've been coming for you on a hard road. I'm never letting you go. Never. (5.139)

—What are you doing up here? she said aloud to the heron. But she knew by the look of him that his nature was anchorite and mystic. Like all of his kind, he was a solitary pilgrim, strange in his ways and governed by no policy or creed common to flocking birds. Ada wondered that herons could tolerate each other close enough to breed. She had seen a scant number in her life, and those so lonesome as to make the heart sting on their behalf. Exile birds. Everywhere they were seemed far from home. (8.109)

Folks would, out of utter contentment, choose to stay home since the failure to do so was patently the root of many ills, current and historic. (10.38)

—I take it that she could have been living in a better world, but she ended up fugitive, hiding in the balsams. (10.80)

Men talked of war as if they committed it to preserve what they had and what they believed. But Inman now guessed it was boredom with the repetition of the daily rounds that had made them take up weapons. The endless arc of the sun, wheel of seasons. War took a man out of that circle of regular life and made a season of its own, not much dependent on anything else. […]
So that morning he had looked at the berries and the birds and had felt cheered by them, happy they had waited for him to come to his senses, even though he feared himself deeply at variance with such elements of the harmonious. (11.126)

She wiped the pen clean on a blotter and dipped again and wrote, Come back to me is my request. She signed her name and folded the paper and addressed it to the hospital in the capital. (13.109)