507 Quotes About Immigration

Celui qui n'appartient à aucun lieu spécifique ne peut, en réalité, retourner nulle part.

Then why do they come?”Buonarroti shrugged his shoulders.“Because things are in such a bad way in their homeland, they’re ready to flee into a black hole in space, to a concentration camp, to the Sargasso Sea of international criminal brigands.”“Between the devil and the deep blue sea,” said the new consul, demonstrating his knowledge of international idioms.

Not again, Draper," Frank sighed. "You're not going to stop us from crossing. You and I know that the one thing the Government does even more poorly than provide healthcare is secure its borders.

These days, it feels to me like you make a devil's pact when you walk into this country. You hand over your passport at the check-in, you get stamped, you want to make a little money, get yourself started... but you mean to go back! Who would want to stay? Cold, wet, miserable; terrible food, dreadful newspapers - who would want to stay? In a place where you are never welcomed, only tolerated. Just tolerated. Like you are an animal finally house-trained.

We should show love to migrant communities, not just because they're our friends in this fight, but because they're our friends, nuff said.

Cutters read the land like a text. They search the manuscript of the ground for irregularities in its narration. They know the plots and the images by heart. They can see where the punctuation goes. They are landscape grammarians, got the Ph.D. in reading dirt.

When John Quincy Adams in the Netherlands was placed with elementary students and belittled because he did not speak Dutch, either the author or John Adams accuses school authorities of "littleness of soul".

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

I can believe almost anything-that we beganas thoughts an ocean away carried as seeds or smog or trashacross the waterby capital by will by Godorwe beganas crumbs ferried in the beaks ofwaxwings birds of paradisewe beganas birds ourselves- migrationinstinct.Pins pierce dots and blocks of color to yoke memory to cartography:we've scattered across the world.Tiny planetsmark crumbsentire lives spunalong axes imperceptibleto souls never moved by the wind.