Quotes About Exile

Economic distress, political pressure, and social obloquy already drive us from our homes and from our graves. The Jews are already constantly shifting from place to place.

Happiness is not only a hope, but also in some strange manner a memory ... we are all kings in exile.

In a universe suddenly divested of illusion and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land.

Here, far from our homes, we will be forgotten by our gods.

The whole world was nothing but an exile with no hope of a return.

To hope is to see with the eye of the heart. To hope is to make the heart captain the vital and the body. To hope is to send darkness-night into exile.

An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.

Finally, in August 1607, the cream of Ulster's Irish aristocracy, including Hugh O'Neill himself, left Ireland for permanent exile. Other Irish were to follow these hundred or so key leaders until by 1614 "there were 300 Irish students and 3,000 Irish soldiers in Spanish territories alone.

Only remembering that a self in exile is still a self, as a bell unstruck for years is still a bell.

The self in exile remains the self, as a bell unstruck for years is still a bell.

All writers are exiles wherever they live and their work is a lifelong journey towards the lost land.

Ben Solo had performed the role Snoke had envisioned for him perfectly. The combination of his potential and the danger he posed had lured Skywalker into seeking to rebuild the Jedi. His power had then destroyed all Skywalker had built and sent the failed Jedi Master into exile, removing him from the board just as the game entered a critical phase.

When a continent is poisoned by lies, truth must be an exile.

Like Abraham you will believe, like Sarah you will conceive, and like Moses you will rise from your isolation and exile. You will live again. God is determined to reverse your tragedy into transformation and crown your tomb with the testimony of a glorious resurrection. From

It seemed to him that something which had always contained and confined him was broken, that he was loosed from it for ever; but whether he came forth into freedom or exile was something he could not determine.

There was no way to defend what I was. All I could fight for was my right to choose my exile, my destruction.

Five times was Athanasius expelled from his throne; twenty years he passed as an exile or a fugitive; and almost every province of the Roman empire was successively witness to his merit, and his sufferings in the cause of the Homoousion, which he considered as the sole pleasure and business, as the duty, and as the glory, of his life. Amidst the storms of persecution, the archbishop of Alexandria was patient of labour, jealous of fame, careless of safety; and

Knowledge and science is the fruit of paradise; in times of threat it is one's ally, in exile it keeps one company, and in solitude it is one's intimate friend and companion.

Tan extranjera, tan sin patria, sin lengua natal. Los que decían: , hablaban al menos, en plural.

Tan extranjera, tan sin patria, sin lengua natal. Los que decían: y era nuestra herencia una red de agujeros, hablaban, al menos, en plural.

Me expulsa, me mantiene a distancia, me impide, me evita, me encadena, me hace danzar, me asola, me afea mi soledad, me corroe, me corrompe, me martiriza, me hace sufrir, padecer, llorar todo el día y gran parte de la noche. Y no lo sabe, y no se cree responsable y no quiere saber que sabe que en mí se venga de lo que no es.

A tutti l'"humilis ytalus Dantes Alagherii florentinus et exul inmeritus", esule cioè senza colpa, come ormai da tempo amava definirsi, augurava la pace; li invitava a rallegrarsi per il sorgere di un nuovo giorno e l'arrivo di un nuovo Mosè; ed esortava i discendenti dei Longobardi a ricordarsi di essere innanzitutto Troiani e Romani.

Perché è così che ti frega, la vita. Ti piglia quando hai ancora l'anima addormentata e ti semina dentro un'imagine, o un odore, o un suono che poi non te lo togli più. E quella lì era la felicità. Lo sopri dopo, quando è roppo tardi. E già sei, per sempre, un esule: a migliaia di chilometri da quell'immagine, da quel suono, da quell'odore. Alla deriva.