Emigration Quotes

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Migration - whether emigration or return - at the micro level is an individual choice, and government both at the Centre and the states have role only to facilitate the decision of the individuals.

For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.

A great emigration necessarily implies unhappiness of some kind or other in the country that is deserted.

Emigration, forced or chosen, across national frontiers or from village to metropolis, is the quintessential experience of our time.

The perpetual struggle for room and food.

Emigration is no longer a solution; it's a defeat. People are risking death, drowning every day, but they're knocking on doors that are not open.

On the subject of emigration, it is not my intention to dwell at any length.

Civilisation has ever accompanied emigration and conquest - the conflict of opinion, of religion, or of race

I am not (yet) facing the problem of emigration. I want my music to be acknowledged here first of all, in this country: after that, we shall see - perhaps the question will then become urgent.

Until I got married, when I used to go out, my mother said good bye to me as though I was emigrating.

Trips are part of humanity. Emigration is a part of humanity. And it's ever more dynamic due to globalization.

We shall experience the final defeat of liberalism not when immigration but when emigration is forbidden

I am for reformation by emigration. The emigration of the mind before the revolution of the state. The soul and mind must be free before one has a right to be a member of a free government.

How emigration is actually lived - well, this depends on many factors: education, economic station, language, where one lands, and what support network is in place at the site of arrival.

I was born in New York City, but I was raised in New Jersey, part of the great Jewish emigration of 1963.

It was the incommunicable scent of this country, its intangible essence, that she had brought along with her to France.

Because we were not in our country, we could not use our own languages, and so when we spoke our voices came out bruised.

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.