Quotes About Displacement

All over the world people were slipping away from where they had been, from once fertile plains cracking with dryness, from seaside villages gasping beneath tidal surges, from overcrowded cities and murderous battlefields, and slipping away from other people too, people they had in some cases loved.

the streets] enforce the ancient hierarchy that comes to us from the countryside: the superiority of the mounted man over the man on foot. But here [...] it is the man with four wheels who is forced to dismount and become part of the crowd

You're a watchful guy. You know where that comes from? I shook my head. It comes from feeling out of place, he said. Believe me. I know

and inside it were Nadia and Saeed, who had run from war already, and did not know where next to run, and so were waiting, waiting, like so many others.

Every day, Anh Hoâng was shoved into the ground by the weight of the vanity cases of French wives. They, with their government clerk husbands, were touring their colony, forgetting who they were, forgetting that they had to cross oceans to move up a class.

Instead of helping people here, providing shelters here, bringing more generator power to the places that need them, getting the electric system up and running, they're encouraging people to leave instead.

just as bombs follow oil, and drones follow drought—so, now, boats follow both. Boats filled with refugees fleeing homes ravaged by war and drought in the driest parts of the planet.

My head ached worst of all, some part of me tethered back to the valley, stretched out of recognizable shape and trying to make sense of myself when I was so far from anything I knew.

Something, someone, cut off her head, yanked out her tongue. My mother is a middle-aged woman, a middle-class woman, a woman of moderate intelligence and medium-sized ego and average good luck, so that you would expect her to land somewhere near the middle of the world. Instead she's over there at the edge. The least vibration could knock her off.

As it was, I couldn't escape the feeling that I was out of my element. I found myself thinking of a book I'd left half-read at home and wishing I'd stuck it in my purse so I could pull it out now.

Every member of my family was displaced by Katrina.

Even for the people in the bank into which the other banks are merging, they also have a lot of apprehension. There is always an apprehension that opportunities will go down. There are apprehensions of displacement. Many of these apprehensions are unfounded.

Between 2009 and 2011, more than one in eight Milwaukee renters were displaced involuntarily, whether by formal or informal eviction, landlord foreclosure, or building condemnation.

I think it is really sad that when people lose their homes they kind of lose their minds too.

I stand between two worlds. I am at home in neither, and I suffer in consequence. You artists call me a bourgeois, and the bourgeois try to arrest me...I don't know which makes me feel worse.

Love is love. It shows up in strange displacement.

Between 1945 and 1947 tens of millions of men, women and children were expelled from their countries in some of the biggest acts of ethnic cleansing the world has ever seen.

Most of these displaced Acadians traveled south to the vicinity of New Orleans and would later be known as Cajuns.

La tierra por en medio se dice cuando dos se separan a dos pueblos distantes, pero, bien mirado, también se podría decir cuando entre el terreno en donde uno pisa y el otro duerme hay veinte pies de altura.

Ah… Now I see it. What can displace planned work? Unplanned work. Of course.

Monachopsis. It means a subtle but nagging feeling of not fitting in and knowing that you don't belong in the place you are.

So they headed out of Paris on foot, past the city gates, dragging their bags behind them in the dust, then on into the suburbs, into the countryside, all the while thinking, 'This can't be happening! I must be dreaming!' Like all the others, the Michauds started walking.

The police moved us on at about six a.m. This is the hour when, for some reason, one begins to be a menace to law and order.

Un tizietto in tuta mi grida dal pianerottolo in alto che non dovrei stare qui. E' la storia della mia vita. Sempre in un posto dove non dovrei stare.