Quotes About Displacement

Nous avons été déracinés. C'est pour cela que nous ne sommes pas à notre aise. Et combien il est facile de tuer une plante déracinée. Surtout lorsqu'on la replante dans un milieu hostile. Sommes-nous certains que ce sol soit hostile?

I'm not in the right place - alas, I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I'm not in the right place.

Lei non è del Castello, lei non è del paese, lei non è nulla. Eppure anche lei è qualcosa, sventuratamente, è un forestiero, uno che è sempre di troppo e sempre fra i piedi, uno che vi procura un mucchio di grattacapi..

One thing I want to do is get Silicon Valley to think harder about those who have been left behind by the technology revolution. It has created huge winners for those who are able to understand it and are adept at it. But it has also displaced a tremendous number of jobs.

I kept getting the odd sensation that I was in fact perfectly stationary, and that I was pushing the world around under my feet.

It is always better to live in truth. However, I was very nearly destroyed. I now knew that I would never be able to return home.

When Christophe at last made up his mind to go to bed, chilled in body and soul, he heard the window below him shut. And, as he lay, he thought sadly that it is cruel for the poor to dwell on the past, for they have no right to have a past, like the rich: they have no home, no corner of the earth wherein to house their memories: their joys, their sorrows, all their days, are scattered in the wind.

Expanding urbanization often trapped people at the margins of settlements into becoming landless and unable to use their skills and thus gradually forced them into performing lowly tasks.

I had been sleepin there for a long time hwen the Fort Worth police put up no-loiterin signs all over the place and made me have to move my sleepin spot. I found out later some rich white folks was "revitalizin" downtown. Raggedy black fellas sleepin ont he sidwalks wadn't part of the plan.

Honestly, what planet do these people live on? And why isn't it farther away?

When the police cracked down, did the sex workers simply move one or two streets over? ... Was there displacement? There was not. It turns out that most [sex workers] would rather try something else, leave the field entirely, change their behavior, than shift their location.

When my father was a young man in Vilna, every wall in Europe said, Jews go home to Palestine. Fifty years later, when he went back to Europe on a visit, the walls all screamed, Jews get out of Palestine.

I saw my mother in a different light. We all need to do that. You have to be displaced from what's comfortable and routine, and then you get to see things with fresh eyes, with new eyes.

We all feel unhoused in some sense. That's part of why we write.

What could be more normal than to be out of place everywhere you go? What could be more American?

What could be more normal than to be out of place everywhere you go?

I]f you live abroad any good while, the notion of home is permanently compromised. You will always be missing another place, and no national logic will ever again seem fully obvious to you.

Maybe his heart is searching for and not finding the place it used to live. I understand that because mine is searching and not finding too.

She was already lost - she couldn't really get more lost, could she? When you belonged nowhere, you sort of belonged everywhere

True. All too true. I have never been at home in life. All my decay has taken place upon a child.

There is nothing like the plumbing fixtures to remind you that you're not in Kansas anymore. By

Ours is the century of enforced travel of disappearances. The century of people helplessly seeing others, who were close to them, disappear over the horizon.

and because what we learn in the dark remains all our lives, a noise like the sea, displacing the day's pale knowledge, you'll come to yourself in a glimmer of rainfall or frost, the burnt smell of autumn, a meeting of parallel lines, and know you were someone else for the longest time, pretending you knew where you were, like a diffident tourist, lost on the one main square, and afraid to enquire.

I was a stranger in a familiar land.