Quotes About Exile

Judah were settled in Babylonia in 586, where they developed new rituals that allowed them to survive the absence of the Temple. In fact, because of their rapid absorption of Babylonian culture, only a minority of the exiles opted to return to Jerusalem when afforded the opportunity

And if the City falls but a single man escapes. He will carry the City within himself on the roads of exile. He will be the City.

cemeteries grow larger the number of defenders shrinks but the defense continues and will last to the end and even if the City falls and one of us survives he will carry the City inside him on the roads of exile he will be the City we look at the face of hunger the face of fire the face of death and the worst of them all—the face of treason and only our dreams have not been humiliated

So he immolated himself. He made the sacrifice because he was a father; he went into voluntary exile. His daughters were satisfied, so he thought that he had done the best thing he could; but it was a family crime, and father and daughters were accomplices.

Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; For toil comes rest, for exile, home; Soon shalt thou hear the bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal: "Behold, I come."

Ozour pourtant est las du voyage. On part découragé, en lâche ou en héros, dans l'illusion d'une autre vie, mais il n'y a pas d'issue. L'exil est une prison.

Exile. It is not simply being homeless. Rather, it is knowing that you do have a home, but that your home has been taken over by enemies. Exile. It is not being without roots. On the contrary, it is having deep roots which have now been plucked up, and there you are, with roots dangling, writhing in pain, exposed to a cold and jeering world, longing to be restored to native and nurturing soil. Exile is knowing precisely where you belong, but knowing that you can't go back, not yet.

here in a place as far from God as one can go and still freeze.

Life itself is an exile. The way home is not the way back.

Your people will be torn from the land for this, Tartar. Your gers will burn and your herds will be scattered.

We have all been exiled from something or someone. I think this is a human condition

We all make mistakes, don't we? But if you can't forgive yourself, you'll always be an exile in your own life.

For he seemed to me again like a king,Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,Now due to be crowned again.

Being the object of a woman-hunt, exiled to Simpson, being terrorized by school kids trick-or-treating, lusting after an aroused non-talker with superb thighs. It was all too much.

Exile, for no other motive than ease, would be the last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.

Reality has exiled me; I am no longer bound by it's laws.

So, remember what we learned in the lycée, the words of Phan Boi Chau? 'For a human being, the greatest suffering comes from losing his country.

So the list went, a fair percentage collecting both welfare and dust, moldering in the stale air of subsidized apartments as their testes shriveled day by day, consumed by the metastasizing cancer called assimilation and susceptible to the hypochondria of exile.

For her, he swallowed the black tea of exile.

I came to understand that in the United States, land of the fabled American dream, it is un-American to be a refugee. The refugee embodies fear, failure, and flight. Americans of all kinds believe that it is impossible for an American to become a refugee, although it is possible for refugees to become Americans and in that way be elevated one step closer to heaven.

Except for him, most of our fellow exiles had been shrunken by their experience, either absolutely through the aforementioned maladies of migration, or relatively, surrounded by Americans so tall they neither looked through nor looked down on these newcomers. They simply looked over them.

consumed by the metastasizing cancer called assimilation and susceptible to the hypochondria of exile.

And he will cast them out into the darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

It was five forty-nine on the evening of 5 May 1821, and Napoleon was not quite fifty-two years old.