Quotes About Migration

In the darkness I thought of Fyodorovich, deep in the Kolyma taiga. It was the eleventh of October, and already, I imagined, the first light snows had dusted the area around Sunny Lake. I pictured the old man sitting alone in the sun by the lakeshore, smoking a Prima and gazing skyward as the last of the whooper swans flew south, squawking and trumpeting as they went.

Toute forme artistique, en Europe, dépasse les limites de sa patrie originelle, que celle-ci soit la Catalogne (peut-être centre de dispersion d'un premier art roman), l'Île-de-France, la Lombardie, la Florence du Quattrocento, la Venise du Titien ou le Paris de l'impressionnisme.

A machete, con los que trajeron del campo cuando llegaron huyendo dizque "de la violencia" y fundaron estas comunas sobre terrenos ajenos, robándoselos, como barrios piratas o de invasión. De "la violencia"... ¡Mentira! La violencia eran ellos. Ellos la trajeron, conlos machetes. De lo que venían huyendo era de sí mismos.

We were given one country and we've set up in another.

The Sioux, like all American Indians, are descendents of Asian nomads who crossed the thousand-mile Bering Land Bridge in various migrations between 16,500 and 5,000 BC.

A conservative estimate of trailside deaths for 1850 alone is 5,000, meaning that among the optimistic souls departing St. Louis to start a new and better life, one in eleven never made it past the Rockies.

hadn't taken anything from or off of anybody since they migrated to the New World.

Hadn't we better go to the living room?

People never really reinvent themselves. They migrate back to whatever they truly were.

Changes in a person's feelings aren't regulated by custom, logic, or the law. They're fluid, unstable, free to spread their wings and fly away. Like migratory birds have no concept of borders between countries.

The whole story of migration and what that has done in interconnecting the planet is obviously something I've written about a lot.

I'd always somehow felt slightly as if I'd been born in the wrong country.

My father's from Australia and my mother was born in India, but she's actually Tibetan. I was born in Katmandu, lived there until I was eight, and then moved to Australia with my mother and father. So yeah, I'm very mixed up, been to many different schools.

I'm of Russian-Jewish background. Like many Soviet Jews, my parents were engineers. My family migrated from Ukraine to Israel when I was six. They arrived in Israel with very little... Within a year of arriving in Israel, the Yom Kippur War happened.

I was born in London, England during the great fog of 1952, but survived the coal-fueled air pollution with no ill effects and after less than a year in England was carried to Canada by my parents.

I was born near Bucharest, but my parents came to France a year later. We moved back to Romania when I was thirteen, and my world was shattered. I hated Bucharest, its society, and its mores - its anti-Semitism for example.

Migration isn't a one-directional process; it's a colossal process that has been happening in all directions for thousands of years.

Surely it is time for Jews, worried over the huge growth of Arabs in Israel, to consider finishing the exchange of populations that began 35 years ago.

There is an almost anti-epicurean tradition at the very base of America. For much of the middle part of American history, people who wanted to overcome that went to France.

There's a long tradition of people from the South living in New York City.

In the U.K., we have always been an open, trading nation, enriched by our global links. Contemporary patterns of migration extend this tradition.

Being a great believer in Scottish tradition, I followed the example of my fellow countrymen and moved to England.

A thing that happens to migrants is that they lose many of the traditional things which root identity, which root the self.

My mom, who left Iran in 1976, steeped us in the smells, tastes, and traditions of Persian cuisine.