There is something to be said for losing one's possessions, after nothing can be done about it. I had loved my Nanking home and the little treasures it had contained, the lovely garden I had made, my life with friends and students. Well, that was over. I had nothing at all now except the old clothes I stood in. I should have felt sad, and I was quite shocked to realize that I did not feel sad at all. On the contrary, I had a lively sense of adventure merely at being alive and free, even of possessions. No one expected anything of me. I had no obligations, no duties, no tasks. I was nothing but a refugee, someone totally different from the busy young woman I had been.
Pearl S. Buck (1892–1973), U.S. author. My Several Worlds (1954).
On losing everything in 1927, during the Chinese Revolution. The daughter of American missionaries to China, Buck had spent her childhood and most of her adulthood in that country. However, with the revolution, she and her family, who were white, were forced to flee.