There was a scene in Roman Holiday at the end, when I leave Greg and go back to being a princess and I’m supposed to say goodbye to him and sob my heart out and go rushing back into my palace… I couldn’t cry. I thought I was crying. I was pretending to cry, but it was no good at all. There were no proper tears. They tried glycerin. Take after take, it wasn’t any good. Willy came over and gave me absolute hell. He said, ‘How long do you think we’re going to wait here? All night? Can’t you cry, for goodness’ sake? By now you should know what acting’s about.’ I was so upset. He was so angry with me, I just started to cry. He shot it, gave me a hug and walked off. That’s how you learn. He knew with me there was no point in trying to teach me. He would just have to make me cry. —Audrey Hepburn
/‘hir,āeth/
noun
a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.
