Over there, in Europe, all was shame and anger. Here it was exile or solitude, among these languid and agitated madmen who danced ...in order to die.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Not the least vital of the problems which confront our country is the problem of her attitude towards those of her children who, h...aving left her in her hour of need, have been called back to her now on the eve of her longawaited victory, to her whom in loneliness and exile they have at last learned to love. In exile, we have said, but here we must distinguish. There is an economic and there is a spiritual exile. There are those who left her to seek the bread by which men live and there are others, nay, her most favoured children, who left her to seek in other lands that food of the spirit by which a nation of human beings is sustained in life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
An exile, saddest of all prisoners, Who has the whole world for a dungeon strong,... Seas, mountains, and the horizon's verge for bars.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself. Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything? To find what... ultimate exile?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... one cannot be happy in exile or in oblivion. One cannot always be a stranger. I want to return to my homeland, make all my lov...ed ones happy. I see no further than this.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We all carry within us our places of exile, our crimes, and our ravages. But our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is t...o fight them in ourselves and in others.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It was undoubtedly the feeling of exile--that sensation of a void within which never left us, that irrational longing to hark back... to the past or else to speed up the march of time, and those keen shafts of memory that stung like fire.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That air would disappear from the whole earth in time, perhaps; but long after his day. He did not know just when it had become so... necessary to him, but he had come back to die in exile for the sake of it. Something soft and wild and free, something that whispered to the ear on the pillow, lightened the heart, softly, softly picked the lock, slid the bolts, and released the prisoned spirit of man into the wind, into the blue and gold, into the morning, into the morning!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »