Quotes About Rootlessness

Für einen Erwachsenen ist das Fehlen von Zeit offensichtlich eine Art Heimatlosigkeit.

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

It's precisely when you have lost your roots that everywhere you go matters hugely.

Zamans?z doÄŸmuÅŸ insanlar vard?r; ülkesiz, s?n?fs?z ve geleneksiz doÄŸmuÅŸ insanlar vard?r. YaÅŸam? tek ba??na sürdürmeyi seçenler deÄŸil tam olarak; sürgünler, gönüllü sürgünler. Bunlar her zaman da duygusal deÄŸildir: belirli bir ÅŸeye ait deÄŸillerdir yaln?zca - yani hiçbir yere ait deÄŸildirler.

I love traveling. I love just going about on my own, feeling I have no roots.

He was thinking of that time, the way one does on long journeys when rootlessness and boredom, lack of sleep or routine can summon from out of nowhere random stretches of the past, make them as real as a haunting. --Solar

Most people had a history in this region, but not my parents, and my early, defining relationship to my environment was a feeling of being not from here, even though I had never lived in any other place.

I'd had books published in foreign languages. I'd had many addresses over the years. But you can touch everything and be connected to nothing.

I do not have any home. So why should I be homesick?

My sister stood up, trembling, and I must admit that I expected her familiar sneer to have taken its usual place on her face. But all I could find there was unhappiness and fear. Fear of my reaction, perhaps. But when a person has lived a life like hers, a life of promiscuity, rootlessness, and substance abuse, resentment and fear tend to replace all reasonable and proper emotions, and the world becomes your enemy.

he was ever alone now, set apart from those around him, separated by a divide he could see across but never cover. To be without family was a strange, unseeable prison, the bars of loneliness and rootlessness enclosing ever more tightly as years and experience accumulated, isolating a male such that he touched naught and naught touched him. Darius

Home in Missoula, Home in Truckee, Home in Opelousas, Ain't no home for me. Home in old Medora, Home in Wounded Knee, Home in Ogallala, Home I'll never be

Es ist normal geworden, keine Wurzeln mehr zu haben. Nicht in Orten, nicht in Familien. Kein Grund, sich zu beklagen. Dafür leben wir heute länger. Wenn auch nicht ganz klar ist, wozu. (Der Mann schläft. Seite 74)

If you did enough traveling, you'd never feel at home anywhere.

Growing up, I never really felt like anything was my own. I moved a lot, and I never belonged anywhere.

Where are you from?" he asked. Leni never knew how to answer that question. It implied a permanence, a before that had never existed for her. She'd never thought of any place as home.

Everyone has a home but me.

A man who lives everywhere lives nowhere.

There are many places that are not made for staying," Heckleck said. "They are too harsh, too hard, and too far away from whatever you call home. You don't root where you don't have to, unless you're unluck.

It was always unpleasant, moving like this; it always brought home to you the essential rootlessness of yourself and all men like you, always on the move, never really stopping anywhere, never really home.

I didn't go to school, because I never stayed anywhere long enough, so I was completely closed off from the outside world. I had no idea about anything.

Maybe I am not French, maybe I am from nowhere.

Conrad,Nabokov, Naipaul - these are writers known for having managed to migrate between languages, cultures, countries, continents, even civilizations. Their imaginations were fed by exile, a nourishment drawn not through roots but through rootlessness. My imagination however, requires that I stay in the same street, in the same house, gazing at the same view. Istanbul's fate is my fate. I am attached to this city because it has made me who I am.

Their imaginations were fed by exile, a nourishment drawn not through roots but through rootlessness. My imagination, however, requires that I stay in the same city, on the same street, in the same house, gazing at the same view. Istanbul's fate is my fate. I am attached to this city because it has made me who I am.