Quotes About Displacement

Tampoco entendían que los extranjeros plantaran una bandera en el suelo, marcaran líneas imaginarias, lo declararan de su propiedad y se ofendieran si alguien entraba persiguiendo a un venado. La idea de poseer la tierra les resultaba tan inverosímil como la de repartirse el mar.

un estropicio de obreros haciendo hoyos en el pavimento, quitando árboles para pones postes, quitando postes para poner edificios, quitando edificios para plantar árboles.

More ...ambos sentían el corazón roto, su país había sucumbido a la insensatez de la violencia, su familia estaba dispersa, sus hijos lejos, los amigos muertos o en exilio, se encontraban sin trabajo y con pocos recursos en una ciudad extranjera...

ambos sentían el corazón roto, su país había sucumbido a la insensatez de la violencia, su familia estaba dispersa, sus hijos lejos, los amigos muertos o en exilio, se encontraban sin trabajo y con pocos recursos en una ciudad extranjera...

I'm not even sure that I want to go back... The Zimbabwe that I really loved, the Zimbabwe that I grew up in, just isn't there anymore, and I'm not sure about the country that has replaced it.

The point is not to stay marginal, but to participate in whatever network of marginal zones is spawned from other disciplinary centers and which, together, constitute a multiple displacement of those authorities.

In my opinion, gentrification can sometimes affect what's happening on the ends. You're placing people in different places, moving them around, and you're taking them out of their comfort zone and into places they're not used to being in.

When the white man came, we had the land and they had the bibles. Now they have the land and we have the bibles.

Thematically, in a lot of what I write, there's a sense of displacement, of being rooted in multiple places, and how that can tug at your identities and your wants and your goals.

It is about this very abstract sense of displacement that he feels the moment he turns off the television.

No one wants for their child to become a refugee. It's an awful experience.

The Arabs will have to go, but one needs an opportune moment for making it happen, such as a war.

I think massive migration is inevitable. As sea levels rise, as climate change happens, as fertile fields become arid, as wars are fought, people are going to move. They always have.

There is no precedent of a civilian population, displaced by a war that their leadership started and lost, claiming a right to return to territory that they failed to conquer.

She moved from that chair to this one over here (pointing to a small chair in the corner)

The focus on Auschwitz is a form of displacement for what we don't want to know about our own national crimes.

Listen, you don't want me. Only you don't know it. You just think you do. I've been thrown out of a lot of places.

The trees have a look of finding themselves in the wrong place, perhaps because they remember the river moving muddily behind the apple trees.

Many are still out on the street, trying to find shelter for the night. Those who live in the choice apartments of the inner city have not flung open their doors to house the displaced. On the contrary, most of them bolted their locks, drew their shutters, and pretended to be out.

The nostalgic is never a native but a displaced person who mediates between the local and the universal.

I feel like sometimes that I was not meant for this society.

People don't actually stay still, you know - when their area is a disaster, they go somewhere else, right? And that's just a natural human impulse.

I belong in America more than South Africa. I can't remember the feeling of living there anymore. It's like it was in another life. That's sad in a way. It is my country. It's where I grew up. You don't know what it's like to have these negative feelings about your homeland. There are roots you can't escape.

It may have been true that from a strictly legal standpoint there was nothing wrong with how Winslow and the other Plymouth officials acquired large amounts of Pokanoket land. And yet, from a practical and moral standpoint, the process removed the Indians from their territory as effectively—and as cheaply—as driving them off at gunpoint