34 Quotes About Emigration

To love a place you must participate in the community and give back something in return for all you receive. I believe I have done that. There are many things I admire about the United States and others I would like to change, but isn't that always true? A country, like a husband, is always open to improvement.

Самоубийцы... они как те люди, которые думают, что будут счастливы, если переедут в другое место, а потом оказывается : куда бы ты ни поехал, то берёшь с собой себя. И свои проблемы тоже

Mi-a povestit și Adrian Enescu - la o lansare a venit unul să-i zică: «Nu ești, bă, așa mare, că dacă erai mare fugeai în Vest...», la care Adrian, care nu era genul să se joace, i-a dat un cap în gură, de l-a băgat în spital... «Cum adică, bă, dacă nu fug afară sunt ratat?»

I learned very quickly that when you emigrate, you lose the crutches that have been your support; you must begin from zero, because the past is erased with a single stroke and no one cares where you’re from or what you did before.

There was always a big party on the night before anyone left for the States. They called it an American wake, because the whole community stayed up to keep the emigrants company through their last night on the island, just as they would have bidden farewell to a soul beginning the long journey towards eternity. There was almost no chance that anyone present would ever see the departed again

I said I wasn’t sure it mattered where people lived or how, since their individual nature would create its own circumstances: it was a risky kind of presumption, I said, to rewrite your own fate by changing its setting; when it happened to people against their will, the loss of the known world---whatever its features---was catastrophic.

The question of the stranger in a society which estranges everybody from it--while forcing everybody to assimilate their own alienation--takes cover under dubious and sinister masks.

Souls in pain know no borders.

Our house has its back to the sea,' writes Hester in her journal. 'Below us, the ocean spreads to the sky, twitching wide and blue and hungry. One would think it to be infinite. But we, of course, know better.