Quotes About Exile

Thus, then, on the 20th of August, 1672, as we have already stated in the beginning of this chapter, the whole town was crowding towards the Buytenhof, to witness the departure of Cornelius de Witt from prison, as he was going to exile; and to see what traces the torture of the rack had left on the noble frame of the man who knew his Horace so well.

Chacun connaît ce retour de l'île d'Elbe, retour étrange, miraculeux, qui, sans exemple dans le passé, restera probablement sans imitation dans l'avenir.

Rochelle vertrieben.

The happy and the powerful do not go into exile, and there are no surer guarantees of equality among men than poverty and misfortune.

They had not been obliged by necessity to leave their country; the social position they abandoned was one to be regretted, and their means of subsistence were certain. Nor did they cross the Atlantic to improve their situation or to increase their wealth; the call which summoned them from the comforts of their homes was purely intellectual; and in facing the inevitable sufferings of exile their object was the triumph of an idea. The

Coriolanus'] violence and pride overbalanced his services; and he that would submit to no law, was justly driven out from the society which could subsist only by law.

There comes a time when every one of our people understands that a Jew can never be attached to a place. The rules always change, and we always lose. People will always despise us, and we must be ready to fly away. We cannot have roots in the earth of any country, only in the garden that we carry inside us.

Like exiles, their delight was not in where they now found themselves but in whatever they could remember about the place, and the time, they had abandoned.

All paradises are there to be expelled from.

We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.

At the end of my trial, I was rather hoping the judge would send me to Australia for the rest of my life.

Terry Farish seems to breathe the reader into the emotional spaces of war, exile, and refugee life. The Good Braider is a delicate stunning exploration of its young protagonist's life and heart.

How can the mind take hold of such a country? Generations of invaders have tried, but they remain in exile. The important towns they build are only retreats, their quarrels the malaise of men who cannot find their way home. India knows of their trouble. She knows of the whole world's trouble, to its uttermost depth. She calls "Come" through her hundred mouths, through objects ridiculous and august. But come to what? She has never defined. She is not a promise, only an appeal.

My first few weeks in America are always miserable, because the tastes I am cursed with are all of a kind that cannot be gratified here, and I am not enough in sympathy with our gross public to make up for the lack on the aesthetic side. One's friends are delightful; but we are none of us Americans, we don't think or feel as the Americans do, we are the wretched exotics produced in a European glass-house, the most displaced and useless class on earth!

The great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world.

A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.

And Cain went out from the presence of the Lord, and dwelt in the land of Nod.

Let him go for a scapegoat into the wilderness.

For I must to the greenwood go,Alone, a banished man.

Cicero asked the Senators if they wished to banish Catilina. This was an ill-judged intervention. Embarrassed by Catilina's presence, the majority said nothing. Cleverly retrieving the situation, Cicero then asked if they would order him to banish Quintus Lutatius Catulus, one of the House's most respected members. They roared back, "No." This allowed the Consul to claim that, by its silence, the Senate had in fact consigned the revolutionary to exile.

Nor was there much mercy toward Julia: Augustus sent her into exile;

The life went out of his eyes and it suddenly occurred to me that murderers are the loneliest people on the planet. It's the curse of Cain – the fugitive and the vagabond driven out from the face of the earth.

It occurred to him that Blakiston was an outcast. He was in exile from himself.

Blakiston was an outcast. He was in exile from himself