Quotes About Immigrant

Thank you to my parents for giving me the American dream.

In my immigrant family we revered Margaret Thatcher. She was aspiration personified. She understood what it took to smash the glass ceiling. She shared our values and she empathised with our experiences. She really was the first British Asian Prime Minister.

In fact, no immigrant in American history has ever made a larger contribution than Alexander Hamilton.

The standard immigrant-entrepreneur story is about the redemptive power of grit and ingenuity.

standard immigrant-entrepreneur story is about the redemptive power of grit and ingenuity.

she would let you stand in the second balcony, without a ticket. Carnegie Hall didn't know about it. It was just between you and Mary. It was a bit of a journey, but we would go back once or twice a month."* Friedman's mother was a Russian immigrant. She barely spoke English. But she had gone to work as a seamstress at the

Of great interest to students and teachers of immigrant history as well as to those of Polish descent.

The theory of the teacher with all these immigrant kids was that if you spoke English loudly enough they would eventually understand.

The immigrant is not Americanized unless his interests and affections have become deeply rooted here. And we properly demand of the immigrant even more than this. He must be brought into complete harmony with our ideals and aspirations and cooperate with us for their attainment. Only when this has been done will he possess the national consciousness of an American.

more Irish than French).

Well, we were here, first-generation Americans, our language was English and a language is a spiritual mansion from which no one can evict us.

I arrived in Hollywood and lived much of my life in America, but the fans did not really know me.

Within five years, he had learned English and become the greatest bodybuilder in the world.

And so you carried life for the world, Mary, as you fled, to protect that very life from threats of death. Joining the world's mass of displaced people you became Refugee, Alien, Immigrant, Homeless, and settled in a foreign land-- the only place to safely nurture your fragile dream. Like so many other women who flee violence, clutching their babies, you crossed the border defining you a stranger, dependent on foreign aid, welfare and hand-outs-- the charity of others-- to feed the Son of God.

My father was an immigrant who literally walked across Europe to get out of Russia. He fought in World War I. He was wounded in action. My father was a great success even though he never had money. He was a very determined man, a great role model.

I moved to Queens, New York, when I was seven and a half. I went to middle school in a foreign country, but I had so many different kinds of Americans push me along and encourage me. I was very odd. I didn't talk very well. We were poor, and we didn't have any connections, but people showed up and pushed me along.

People often think of America as a classless society, but, of course, that isn't true. Within immigrant communities, there's an enormous distinction of class, depending on who your parents are, and that kind of thing comes out really quick in things like marriage and interpersonal relationships.

That immigrant energy, that desire to never fail under any circumstances, that desire to come to a country that opens its arms to everyone and gives them an opportunity to be successful in the future - that is quintessential Miami.

I'm very proud of my Nigerian heritage. I wasn't fortunate enough to be raised in a heavy Nigerian environment, because my parents were always working. My father was with D.C. Cabs and my mother worked in fast food and was a nurse.

I am a first generation American, and my family is from Bulgaria.

I lost my accent pretty quickly, so everyone assumes I was born and raised in America. But I'm very much still in touch with my Filipino roots. That will never go away.

The "Howard" in the entry had to be Howard Phillips Lovecraft , that twentieth-century puritanic Poe from Providence, with his regrettable but undeniable loathing of the immigrant swarms he felt were threatening the traditions and monuments of his beloved New England and the whole Eastern seaboard. (And hadn't Lovecraft done some ghost-writing for a man with a name like Castries? Caster? Carswell?)

I grew up in Toronto and as long as I can remember, as long as there was cable, even those old cable boxes that were wired to the TV, there have been Bollywood movies on Toronto TV.

In a way, women are a psychic immigrant group.