Quotes About Border

Stopping all the violent and hostile actions means ending the smuggling of arms into the Gaza territory.

As a border prosecutor, I've put criminals behind bars who worked for some of the most violent cartels in the world.

The Biden administration is not just letting a record number of illegal immigrants cross our border, they are bringing them here. They are prohibiting immigration authorities from deporting them, even ones with violent criminal records.

I do not think our security will ever be so effective that we can catch every bad person at the border, nor do I think we can expect our local law enforcement officers to anticipate and stop every violent crime or terrorist act.

I'm from Middlesboro, Ky., a little town on the Tennessee and Virginia border.

While Congress repeatedly finds plenty of time to vote on resolutions of condemnation over border security, they've done virtually nothing to actually solve the problem.

Even people who have successfully obtained a visa are sometimes being turned back at the airport. Such incidents have never happened in the past but are increasing now because even low level officers of the border patrol department are being entrusted with too much discretion power on how they execute the laws.

Exit checks are absolutely critical to monitor if those who come into the U.S. on visas actually do in fact leave the country when their visa is up.

Getting to Valle Nevado is half the fun. A serpentine road from Santiago wriggles up the spine of Andean peak for an hour, then traverses a valley and finally up again. The hotel is perched on a rugged mountain crag at 3,000m: no other sign of human development is visible from this spot, which is close to the Argentinean border.

The scene was horrid, yet it had the purity of a stanza from a ballad come to life, a ballad composed about tragic events in some border hell.

We can cherish nothing less than our random understanding of death and the earth-shaking love that draws us to one another ... Cleanliness and valor will be our watchwords. Nothing less will get us past the armed sentry and over the mountainous border.

We care about margins.

As is well known, when the moon hours lenghten, human beings come adrift from the regularity of their mechanical clocks. They nod at noon, dream in waking hours, open their eyes wide to the pitch-black night. It is a time of magic. And as the borders between night and day stretch to their thinnest, so too do the borders between worlds.

There are stories that may be told aloud, and stories that must be told in whispers, and there are stories that are never told at all. The story of the marriage of Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong was one of these latter ones, known only to the two parties to whom it belonged and the river. But as secret visitors to this world, as border crossers between one world and another, there is nothing to prevent us sitting by the river and opening our ears; then we will know it too.

One could raise a similar set of objections regarding America's alleged theft of Mexican land. Texas used to be part of Mexico but broke off because of tyrannical laws imposed by a Mexican dictator. Texas then opted to join the United States. The Mexican War arose over a border dispute between Texas and Mexico. Mexico lost the war, and ceded the disputed land in a treaty in which the United States paid money and wrote off Mexican debts.

We're going to build a wall and Mexico is going to pay. And the reason they're going to pay and the way they're going to pay, Bob, is this. We have a trade deficit now with Mexico of $58 billion a year. The wall is going to cost $10 billion a year. That's what it's going to cost. It's going to be a powerful wall. It's going to cost $10 billion.

We are going to build a wall. You're going to pay for the wall.

The Americans had almost destroyed themselves with their COVID mandates; failed wars in a part of the world they would never understand; race riots; political upheaval; and a border policy of which Gromyko's predecessors could only have dreamed. Russia

Allen Westberlinern war gemeinsam, dass sie nur selten den Ostteil der Stadt besuchten. Der Eintritt nach Ostberlin war mit fünfundzwanzig D-Mark einfach zu teuer. Zwar erhielt man im Gegenzug fünfundzwanzig Ostmark, aber es fand sich weit und breit keine Möglichkeit, das Ostgeld auszugeben. An der Grenze wurde man unhöflich behandelt und wenn man bis Mitternacht nicht wieder zurück war, musste man nochmal fünfundzwanzig Mark bezahlen.

The border remains a fluid, mutating, stubbornly troubling, enthusiastically lethal region. Perhaps it's not a region at all. Maybe it's just an idea nobody can agree on. A conversation that never ends, even when it becomes an argument and all participants kick over the table and spill their drinks and stomp out of the room. I was born there.

wonder, if we in the U.S. stopped buying cocaine and stopped selling heavy weapons across the border, what would happen then? So easy to talk about them. What does it mean when they are also us?

the first sections of the Border Fence went up in San Diego sector—the contractor used undocumented workers to build it.

Mexican right-wing talk radio wants a fence built on their southern border to keep out those damned Hondurans and Salvadorans and Guatemalans. I heard a radio host in Guadalajara decry these "aliens." It seems Hondurans want to take Mexican jobs. Want to steal health care, get an education. They don't share the proper language, and they carry disease and lower the standard of living and want to steal social security benefits. Rushito Limbortinez in the house!

The government knew a secret that the American public didn't: the numbers of border crossers were down, across the board. Maybe the fence, maybe the harsh new atmosphere