Quotes About Migration

Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am I not able to sit still? Why do I go rolling without wheels, flying without wings or feathers, and why did I decide to migrate if my bones live in Chile?

There was something about the prairie for me—it wasn't where I had come from, but when I moved there it just took me in and I knew I couldn't ever stop living under that big sky.

When every province of the world so teems with inhabitants that they can neither subsist where they are nor remove themselves elsewhere Ã¢â'¬Â¦ the world will purge itself.' Ã¢â'¬Â She

When every province of the world so teems with inhabitants that they can neither subsist where they are nor remove themselves elsewhere Ã¢â'¬Â¦ the world will purge itself.' 

When every province of the world so teems with inhabitants that they can neither subsist where they are nor remove themselves elsewhere … the world will purge itself.

every province of the world so teems with inhabitants that they can neither subsist where they are nor remove themselves elsewhere Ã¢â'¬Â¦ the world will purge itself.' 

When every province of the world so teems with inhabitants that they can neither subsist where they are nor remove themselves elsewhere Ã¢â'¬Â¦ the world will purge itself.

Why should I leave Ruleville, and why should I leave Mississippi? I go to the big city, and with the kind of education they give us in Mississippi, I got problems. I'd wind up in a soup line there.

Isn't it a characteristic of the age we live in that it has made everyone in a way a migrant and a member of a minority?

I have a black look I do not like. It is a mask I try on. I migrate toward it and its frog sits on my lips and defecates.

And yet in Port William, as everywhere else, it was already the second decade of the twentieth century. And in some of the people of the town and the community surrounding it, one of the characteristic diseases of the twentieth century was making its way: the suspicion that they would be greatly improved if they were someplace else.

The fount and breeding-place of the Semites was Arabia.

Herbert Spencer] was ready in those days to give everything a trial; he even thought of migrating to New Zealand, forgetting that a young country has no use for philosophers. It was characteristic of him that he made parallel lists of reasons for and against the move, giving each reason a numerical value. The sums being 110 points for remaining in England and 301 for going, he remained.

For barbarism is always around civilization, amid it and beneath it, ready to engulf it by arms, or mass migration, or unchecked fertility. Barbarism is like the jungle; it never admits its defeat; it waits patiently for centuries to recover the territory it has lost.

Oh yes, we found out what happened to the Acadians. Apparently they went on a holiday, to Louisiana or someplace, and when they come back the Loyalists had moved in and taken all their land. So the Acadians killed them. Just kidding. The Acadians moved north into upper New Brunswick, where they now make up a third of the population. New Brunswick is, in essence, Canada in miniature.

We have inherited an easy life in Canada. A life of calm. It is freedom of a lazy sort, a freedom so pervasive we barely notice it, and one that we claim by virtue of our citizenship. But it is also worth remembering that people -- in the words of Bulgarian-born Canadian philanthropist Ignat Kaneff -- 'crawl across minefields to get here.

The street ran into Oklahoma and Missouri and as far south as Mexico and then back north to Chicago and Detroit and then back south again and at last to Mississippi. It was fifteen years long

I didn't leave Africa, I left Nigeria, and for political reasons. But ... I've never, never left Africa, and I certainly never left what it means to be Ibo. That is something you carry with you.

It is likely they were not the first humans here because we know people had reached Britain before the glaciers overran most of the island.

How I would love to be a British pound. A pound is free to travel to safety and we are free to watch it go. This is the triumph. This is called globalisation. 2

I do not think I have left my country. I think it has traveled with me

Every city began as a campsite

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