#exile

I do not feel an exile from America in any sense. ↗

— John C. Hawkes

#any #exile #feel #i #i do

New York - that unnatural city where every one is an exile, none more so than the American. ↗

— Charlotte Perkins Gilman

#city #every #exile #more #new

The plant that's been uprooted has only courage to hold it up. ↗

— Marty Rubin

#drifter #exile #courage

Exile is a dream of a glorious return. Exile is a vision of revolution: Elba, not St Helena. It is an endless paradox: looking forward by always looking back. The exile is a ball hurled high into the air. ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#migration #dreams

It was when I realised I had a new nationality: I was in exile. I am an adulterous resident: when I am in one city, I am dreaming of the other. I am an exile; citizen of the country of longing. ↗

— Suketu Mehta

#expats #nationality #dreams

In all memory there is a degree of fallenness; we are all exiles from our own pasts, just as, on looking up from a book, we discover anew our banishment from the bright worlds of imagination and fantasy. A cross-channel ferry, with its overfilled ashtrays and vomiting children, is as good a place as any to reflect on the angel who stands with a flaming sword in front of the gateway to all our yesterdays. ↗

— John Lanchester

#exile #memory #past #reading #imagination

All writers--all beings--are exiles as a matter of course. The certainty about living is that it is a succession of expulsions of whatever carries the life force...All writers are exiles wherever they live and their work is a lifelong journey towards the lost land.. ↗

— Janet Frame

#writing #life

Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile his friends are everything. ↗

— Warren G. Harding

#exile #family #friends #friendship #full

I am from there. I am from here. I am not there and I am not here. I have two names, which meet and part, and I have two languages. I forget which of them I dream in. ↗

— Mahmoud Darwish

#immigrants #dreams

They miss the whisper that runs any day in your mind, "Who are you really, wanderer?"-- and the answer you have to give no matter how dark and cold the world around you is: "Maybe I'm a king. ↗

— William Stafford

#king #poetry #wanderer #poetry-quotes